A ferocious beast, large as a mountain, had emerged out of thin air. As soon as it had shown itself, Long Feihua's flames had disappeared.
Many knew about his flames—although it had been long since Long Feihua had made a move, they could still picture him clearly as he cast his Fire Magic, mighty as he was in their memories. His flames were almost invincible—not many in the world could have gone mano a mano against him.
Yet, the moment the Jiao Dragon had appeared, his flames had disappeared before it could even reach it, vanishing into the blue.
The dragon was enormous, intimidating. As it surfaced, the pressure in the air had intensified. It had crushed the chests of the many elites at the scene as they gasped for air. It was the same kind of feeling they had experienced earlier when they had faced Long Feihua.