This throne did not travel to Montana through a magic teleportation array, but rode a nightmare, likely a Mani Apostle wandering and training, punishing evil and seeking justice, washing swords in Huaxuan; since the founding of Montana City, no noble Winged King has ever visited this remote corner!
Two metallic war fans spread open with a swish, like the wings of an eagle, the horns of a venomous dragon, slicing left and right with unyielding ferocity, deftly removing two low-hanging beetle heads.
The nightmare reared up, letting out a long whinny, and charged into the Demon World City with the momentum.
The blood quickly filled the fiery hoofprints on the ground, sizzling and releasing thick smoke.
