The black giant dragon seemed as though it was about to awaken from the taboo space frozen in the eternal void, its simple act of opening its eyes causing the underground palace to collapse, creating spatial turbulence, and setting countless Ghost Souls into a frenzied, violent uproar.
Indeed, as befitting an Ancient Evil Dragon, every movement, every breath could effortlessly incite the rise and fall of all things.
Baili An suddenly felt a searing pain across his cheek, reaching his hand to touch it, he felt a floating Dragon's whisker, sticky to the touch, with the thickness of a spear shaft, too thick to grasp with one hand. Touching it sent a dense stream of Yin Thunder crackling through his palm, causing his skin to ache unbearably.
At that moment, Lin Zheng, whose eyes darted around in shock, cried out, "The Dragon Ball is still here... The Dragon Ball is actually still here?! How can this be?"
