The black dragon soared in the sky, each dragon scale resembled an indestructible, thick shield.
Without any movement, the aura of ancient desolation spread around.
As the black dragon's form hovered in the air, the entire sea seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, raising monstrous waves.
"Truly worthy of the Ancient Dragon Clan, an entity that could suppress all clans of the Primordial times!" Looking at the black dragon a thousand feet long in front of him, Gaoyang's expression became indescribably solemn, he murmured to himself.
If not for the existence of Saints, the Dragon Clan would be the most powerful race in the world.
From ancient times, the dominance of the Dragon and Phoenix clans over the world was clear.
The Green Duckweed Sword Qi was crushed barehanded by this Dragon Clan. This was Gaoyang's first encounter with such a situation, but from then on, Gaoyang truly felt the power of the Dragon Clan.
