Victor's lips curled into a faint sneer.
Perhaps he should even thank the Black Dragon Lord; otherwise, where would he have such a good opportunity to deal with the Beastman Sword Saint?
Victor glanced at the Beastman Sword Saint flying alongside him and couldn't help but feel pity for the guy.
.... As time progressed, under the gloomy sky, two black armies faced each other from afar.
Most of the Barbarian Legion was also clad in full black heavy armor, and the Black Wing Followers, needless to say, were even more fanatical about the color black.
Even in terms of color, they strive to be as close to their master as possible!
A towering white light gate appeared in mid-air, and a massive Black Dragon strode out from it. The vast Dragon's Roar began to sweep across the wasteland, enveloping millions of lives in a thick shadow, with fear, despair, and trepidation, countless negative emotions emerged.
