On the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, the clusters of ancient tombs exploded in an instant.
Sarcophagi, pillars, and heavy layers of earth were violently thrown into the air by a force from within, as a dark golden beam pierced the ground and shot into the clouds.
The air within a ten-mile radius was forcibly evacuated.
At first, there was an eerie silence so surreal, then the compressed air rebounded sharply, with explosive sounds spreading across the ground, shaking people's eardrums and making their minds go blank.
August stepped out from the beam of light.
Dark gold dragon scales covered his entire body, presenting a cold, hard texture under the light.
Between the scales, a blood-colored fighting energy slowly flowed, like molten lava yet to cool, forcibly bound within its shell.
Behind him, five thousand Dragon-man Guard Army members emerged from the glow.
Their steps were orderly, landing without excess motion, as if accustomed to walking under such heavy pressure.
