"Could the Dragon Vein's body still be conscious? Did it devour Tang Baishan?" Ruan Lan was shocked.
Before her eyes, the enormous body of the blood-red Divine Dragon gradually shrank, transforming into a person of normal height. But the face... was Tang Baishan's!
It wasn't the old, dying Tang Baishan with a full head of white hair, but a young and vigorous version of him with jet-black hair.
"I live again!"
Clad in a blood-red robe that fluttered in the wind, Tang Baishan's eyes were like torches, bright and spirited. With a clench of his fist, the heavens and earth changed color, and dark clouds instantly swept across the skies above the Dragon Vein of Mount Fu.
WUUUU!
Within the vast territory of Hua Country, three indistinct dragon cries sounded simultaneously, their voices filled with sorrow.
Darkness fell upon the world. Though it was still winter, a torrential rain began to pour. With a CRACK, lightning tore through the gloomy, rain-filled sky.
