Little Sumeru Mountain.
Outer World.
An earth-shattering battle had been raging for three days and three nights.
The crimson sunlight bathed the golden Great Desert, illuminating the ground covered in white scales with brilliant splendor.
Two flood dragons had died.
Killed at the hands of the Tree Demon Granny.
Their enormous bodies lay sprawling in the desert, the wind and sand swirling, the sandy ground stained crimson with the dragon's blood.
The towering Tree Demon Granny, with its thick foliage that once covered the sky, had also largely withered; most of its branches had decayed, leaving the ground strewn with broken branches and vines.
The Tree Demon Granny was severely injured, but its manic eyes remained fixed on the last flood dragon.
The initial majesty and arrogance of the flood dragon had utterly vanished with the death of its two companions, and fear had arisen in its eyes.
Terrorized by what seemed like a mad Tree Demon.
