Xu Long let out a low growl. "They call themselves spirit beasts, but most have no pride in their bloodline. Nothing but parasites... hmph."
Soon, the outline of a grand city rose in the distance—a vast silhouette of towers, domes, and blackstone walls fused directly into the ribs of a divine skeleton.
This was Evil Dragon City.
At its gates stood two Core Formation Realm guards dressed in deep red and black armor, their torsos branded with the symbol of the Evil Alliance—a writhing dragon head entangled in thorny vines.
The moment they spotted the enormous silhouette descending from the clouds, the two exchanged glances and rushed forward.
"W-We greet the emissaries from the Shadowclaw Sect!" one of them shouted, cupping his fists.
Xu Long spiraled downward before landing heavily in front of the gate. A gust of spiritual wind billowed outward, nearly knocking both guards off balance.
