This sound was like a Dragon Roar.
The nightscape of Wuchang Prefecture was stirred to chaos by the sudden tumult. Chen Yi looked up, and in the sky, he saw a dragon-like form billowing like smoke; from the burning buildings, scattered showers sprung forth, splashing in every direction. He squinted for a closer look.
The sea of clouds churned; ten thousand fathoms of black clouds pressed down from the distant sky. Thunder tore through the clouds, piercing the mist, as antlers, snake necks, clam bellies, and eagle claws roamed the torrential clouds.
The Divine Dragon appeared within the clouds!
Chen Yi turned his sword and spun around, shouting, "Begone!"
A familiar voice echoed from the distant sky, the turbulent waves abruptly calmed, and the sea of clouds instantly subsided, leaving no trace of sound.
The Divine Dragon retreated within the clouds.
Su Hongtao, who had just uttered bold words, stood frozen in place, his soul faintly flickering in the breeze, dumbfounded.
