After the Dragon Spirit crawled out and saw that the nearby area was just an empty grassland, a hint of doubt flashed in its eyes.
No matter how much those Black Robed People trust their methods, he had just caused such a commotion.
Yet, those Black Robed People did not charge out immediately; this was very strange.
The Dragon Spirit looked around.
Its eyes soon revealed surprise.
If he hadn't known for certain that this was the center region of Death Mountain, he might even think this was an ancestral land of a hidden Great Clan.
To say it was a utopian domain wouldn't be an exaggeration, completely different from the suffocating feeling of the Death Mountain he had witnessed before.
Though it was the same territory, it felt like a completely different world.
The people from the Special Administration Bureau also finally crawled out at this moment.
They had all explored the outskirts of Death Mountain and knew what it should be like inside.
