The dragon's thousand-meter-long body hovered above Black Stone Territory, like a moving volcano.
The Blazing Flame Giant Dragon's eyes, scorching like molten lava, gazed down on the ant-like crowd below as it snorted two streams of searing, sulfurous air from its nostrils.
An irresistible pressure, born from a higher Life Level, swept down like a tangible tide.
Within the camp, all the warhorses whinnied in terror, anxiously pawing the ground. Some were even forced to their knees.
Even the Mammoths and Earth Dragons grew agitated, swinging their long trunks and stomping their massive feet, letting out a series of low roars.
The Knights turned pale, feeling as though a red-hot branding iron was pressed against their chests, making it difficult to even breathe.
This was the pressure of a Catastrophe Level being!
Its mere presence could make all things tremble.
Raylo walked out of his tent and looked up at the visitor.
"ROAR!"
A dragon's cry echoed from within the camp.
