That dragon's shadow arrived in the blink of an eye, hanging over the sky of the carriage in the next instanct. On closer look, it wasn't a true dragon, but just a giant flood dragon. On its head was a white horn, and four claws grew out of its body. Its bones and meat hadn't fully formed and were contracted near its abdomen. It didn't have dragon scales nor beard, and its scales looked really shiny and smooth, and gave off a strong aura.
On the wide flood dragon head stood a purple shadow, a peach wood sword on his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind. His face was white and clean, while his expression looked really cold. Looking down, he patted that horn.
That giant flood Dragon suddenly descended down, making the eighteen Cloud Stepping Foals and hundreds of swamp wolves feel even more uncomfortable. Their bodies shivered as their eyes were filled with fear.
Both Yin Yang and Chuxue were startled.
Zong Shou, on the other hand, scoffed coldly.