His speed was so fast, it almost tore through space, each afterimage contained a terrifying power capable of destroying everything.
When he arrived at the scene, he saw Little Monarch Red Dragon curled up behind a huge rock, his face pale and body trembling, eyes filled with fear and helplessness.
Lin Dong was standing on a nearby rock, holding a Yangxin Sword that glimmered with a cold light, the tip gently touching the ground, ready to deliver a lethal strike at any moment.
His gaze was calm and profound, completely different from his previous mysterious smile. At this moment, he resembled a cold executioner with the power over life and death.
The appearance of the Shadow Sovereign seemed to make the entire space tremble.
His eyes were like abysses, devouring all the light around, and the surrounding black fog further revealed a suffocating oppressive aura.
