Luo Chen took the opportunity to admire the magnificent scenery, filled with awe and anticipation.
The golden dragon seemed to be sentient, aware that the Immortal Binding Rope was wielded by Junior Martial Uncle. With fierce winds and blazing rage, it flew straight towards Junior Martial Uncle. Only then did Junior Martial Uncle come to his senses, wanting to evoke the Immortal Binding Rope for defense, yet his fingers trembled, forgetting how to activate it. He stared wide-eyed as the golden dragon drew closer, immense fear causing his legs to weaken, leaving him unable to flee.
As the golden dragon advanced, Junior Martial Uncle felt an overwhelming pressure assail him, stumbling in panic and falling to the ground. The sand and stones rose with his fall, and he was powerless to stand. At this moment, the golden dragon in his eyes seemed like the Death God itself, its enormous claws suddenly lunging at his back.
