บท 420: A True Dragon

The white bolt of heavenly lightning fell, and the old wyrm was instantly severely injured.

Even the old wyrm did not expect the heavenly lightning to be so terrifying. It instantly felt its life force draining away by some kind of irresistible force.

The old wyrm felt a hint of bitterness in its heart. Was it going to fail just like that?

No! It could still hold on.

The old wyrm let out a furious roar even though it was in extreme pain right now. The pain was so intense that it invaded its soul. It was not an easy task to cross the gap between the true dragon race and the wyrm race.

The heavenly tribulation was only a baptism and in the process, it had to find a way to transform into a true dragon.

The big scorpion said slowly, "It can't be that the old wyrm couldn't resist the heavenly tribulation and was killed, right?"

Looking at the old wyrm writhing in the sea of clouds, Qin Chen said, "Let the old wyrm fly for a while."