Sword Light Beneath the Burning Sky
"This is…"
"The Smoke drake Lion…"
Uncle Jadis's pupils shrank violently.
The moment those words left his mouth, the entire world seemed to fall silent for a heartbeat.
Then—
Boom!
The heavens split apart with another deafening roar.
Black clouds churned like an angry ocean above the mystery woodland. Purple lightning twisted through the sky like furious dragons, illuminating the gigantic silhouette emerging from the distant Mountain Tresure.
Its body was enormous.
Ancient.
Terrifying.
Dark smoke rolled endlessly around its golden-black fur while crackling lightning crawled across its claws. Every breath it exhaled carried scorching heat mixed with the smell of ash and thunder. Crimson eyes, ancient and tyrannical, slowly opened beneath the fog.
The pressure alone was enough to suffocate weaker cultivators.
