The sky went completely dark at this moment.
The enormous wings blocked the light of the fierce sun, enveloping the entire region under the oppressive presence of the giant dragon.
In the black mist, the silent young man stepped forward, looking at the mythical giant dragon that obscured the sky without any expression.
The wingspan of several thousand meters was extremely oppressive, but it could not move the god.
"This has nothing to do with the undead, step aside, or die."
The cold voice was filled with divine power, descending from the vast momentum above the sky to merge with the dark mist.
The power within the divine envoy's body surged frantically, becoming a powerful demigod-level clone in an instant.
Roland's soul fire gradually turned red, and his huge head lowered slightly, looking down at Diane grumbling, "Little girl, the enemies you're finding are getting tougher and tougher."
