Blue Dragon Doss slowed down, and the flowing wind was like a gentle maiden extending her soft hand, caressing and conveying the body of the Blue Dragon.
The wings of Blue Dragon Doss, etched with patterns of storms and lightning, were always spread open, never flapping, only occasionally adjusting the angle of tilt to better hide in the high-altitude clouds.
The two priests of the Dragon Worship Sect in front, though weaving and hiding in the dense forest, could not escape the sight of the Blue Dragon.
An ordinary eagle and golden eagle can accurately spot a moving rabbit on the ground from thousands of meters high.
Not to mention the vision of a giant dragon; the activities of the two Dragon Worship priests were as clear as the lines on one's palm in the eyes of the Blue Dragon.
