The sanctity of the Holy Spirit Deer, the sinister strangeness of the Eye Demon... the gaze of the Red Iron Dragon swept over the most powerful creatures on the battlefield below in succession.
Finally.
His eyes fixed on the Firebird Leader soaring above the flock of eagles and birds, a hint of pure admiration flickered uncontrollably in his eyes.
The Dragon Race's ability to transcend racial aesthetics enabled him to fully appreciate the beauty of the Phoenix at this moment.
This is a female Phoenix.
It's no exaggeration to say that her beauty and splendor surpass any creature Galos has seen so far.
It is not a gentle, subdued beauty but an extravagantly magnificent, dazzling beauty, as if she gathered all the earthly light on herself.
Every burning feather radiated irresistible allure, exuding charm, leaving an unforgettable impression.
However, compared to this overwhelming beauty, Galos was more concerned about something else.
