There was a soft swoosh.
Gerdmos' entire dragon body disappeared from behind suddenly.
As Garen and Brass Dragon were flying, they watched as Gerdmos, somehow, was suddenly swallowed up by a gigantic black hole, and there was no more sound at all.
"What happened!" Brass Dragon was shocked but still did not dare to stop and continued to fly forward, only coming to a stop gradually after flying out tens of thousands of meters away.
Garen broke out from his dragon claws and was finally able to fly independently. Only he could sort of guessed what had just happened.
Without a word, his eyes were fixated on the direction in which Gerdmos disappeared from.
"Thank you very much, Plague."
"It's really a great loss this time," The old Bass Dragon responded with a wry smile as if he had guessed something right. He looked around the surroundings.
The two dragons had somehow arrived at a large golden desert.