To any ordinary person watching the battle from the ships, the giant phantom of the dao dragon floating in the sky seemed like the most dangerous thing in the world.
Its scales shimmered with a scary light, and its presence felt like a mountain pressing down on everyone's shoulders.
However, those with a bit more experience knew that they were only seeing the flowers in a mirror or the moon in the water, which is a way of saying they were looking at something that looked real but had no substance.
The dragon was just a shell made of willpower energy.
Xiao Ming was not yet a true master, and his willpower energy was like a small cup of water trying to fill a deep well.
He could not keep the dao dragon around for long.
The Frost Demon Wyrm was a clever beast. She calmed her shaking heart and narrowed her cold, stone-like eyes.
She realized that the dragon was a paper tiger—something that looks fierce but is actually easy to tear apart.
