"This thing isn't something you can handle."
Yang Yan looked at him calmly, offering a brief explanation.
Then he turned back, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
Two hundred meters directly in front of him, a black giant dragon flapped its wings, white dragon breath spewing from its mouth.
The dragon seemed somewhat apprehensive, still catching its breath.
"Tell me, who are you?"
Yang Yan slightly raised his head, a hint of disdain on his face as he looked at the man sitting atop the dragon head.
A black cloak, a golden mask...
He even had a powerful giant dragon as an ally.
Yang Yan had never heard of such a person existing before.
"Who am I? You're not worthy of knowing!"
The man spoke, his right hand clawing slightly in the void, and suddenly a ball of black flame leaped in his palm.
"Demon Flame!"
The knowledgeable Jing Hong almost exclaimed instantly.
Indeed!
That black flame was none other than the Demon Flame Yang Yan was all too familiar with!
