While the two were conversing, a sudden, massive gust of wind erupted from the sky as if a crack had opened across the horizon.
Immediately after, a dark shadow obscured the sun, instantly devouring all the light around it.
It was like an old rag furiously tearing in the wind. With the flapping of its wide wings, the air along the entire street seemed to be sucked away by some invisible force at that moment, making it thin and dense.
Then, a gigantic creature slowly descended and perched atop a tall building; its enormous silhouette was startling.
The dragon's claws, tinged with a bronzish hue, clung to the edge of the roof like the most solid anchor chains.
Its expansive wings gently drooped, covering half the street's sky like the nightfall, casting the area below into darkness.
Chen Xing finally understood why many of the buildings here were made of stone.
If they were made of wood, they probably could not support such a gigantic dragon.