Panting panting panting—
The sound of the wind was incessant.
No, to be precise, it was the sound of breathing.
Heavy and steady breathing sounds, right by the ear, as if pulling an air blower.
Wu Yuan, holding a large piece of the Golden Crow Egg Shell, stiffened his body, slowly lifted his gaze, and then was dumbstruck.
Anyone would be dumbstruck.
A Dragon Corpse that had breathing sounds.
Of course, a Dragon Corpse wouldn't breathe.
But a living dragon would.
An ice-blue giant dragon was curled up, deep in slumber.
The body of the giant dragon would take ten people to wrap their arms around it; it was curled up, its ice-blue scales shimmering with a cold light, its chest heaving, and beneath, eight Dragon Claws.
The Dragon Claw that Wu Yuan had seen earlier and intended to take along with the Golden Crow Egg Shell was one of them.
No matter from which angle, this dragon was alive.
