The white dragon in the dream was vivid, as if it were being resurrected right before his eyes. Chen Feng could even clearly feel the will of the creature.
Resentment, indignation, calmness, turmoil...
A mix of extremely complex emotions enveloped it, and Chen Feng's complexion changed, going from rosy to deathly pale.
How could this be?
It was clearly dead already; how could it appear before him in this form now?
Chen Feng clenched his fists, his face filled with contemplation. As a Summoner, he could sense the faint will of this white dragon.
It didn't want to leave.
It... was actually challenging fate with its shattered soul!
This world has its own destiny operating in the shadows.
No matter how terrifying or fearless this white dragon was before, at this moment, it was already dead. Its body was destroyed, and its seven souls and six spirits were extremely fragmented.
