"Damn it!"
The Shadow Ancient Dragon, over two thousand meters in length, roared, its terrifying body blotting out the sun; even the mere flapping of its wings while soaring created a whirlwind apocalypse for the humble Nether Flower Sprites below. This furious Level Six creature rampaged above the most formidable tribe of the Nether Flower Continent, unmatched by anyone.
A faint, intricate spatial rift whisked away the barely surviving Nether Spirit King, leaving the Shadow Ancient Dragon fuming at being deprived of its imminent triumph!
Capturing a World Master to the Evil God Playground would yield world tributes unlike those of negligible lower beings.
"You cowardly creature, show yourself!"
