All the pressure between heaven and earth disappeared.
The discomfort caused by the undead dragon, like a nightmare, has already become a thing of the past. Now, they have awakened from the dream, as if it were a lifetime ago.
But more so, there is an overwhelming terror!
The tyrannical, evil undead dragon as if it flew out of an ancient myth, at this moment, seems to be someone's toy, frozen in mid-air, at the mercy of others.
And that someone seems to be pondering on how to deal with this undead dragon.
Should he stew it, fry it, steam it, or simply swallow it raw...
This is truly horrifying!
The people kneeling on the ground did not dare to stand up. Now they aren't kneeling to the undead dragon anymore, they are kneeling to Huang Xiaolong!
Huang Xiaolong stands valiantly in mid-air, stepping on some magical symbols, his arms crossed, examining the undead dragon with a scholarly gaze.
After some thought, he finally made a decision...