"Yang Fan, this demonic dragon is..."
Xia Xin's eyes widened as she looked down at the End Demon Dragon beneath her.
That's terrifying.
They actually subdued a celestial-level demonic dragon?
Behind them, the immortals, including the Jiang family head, were so frightened that they trembled and almost wet their pants.
Their strength is not as great as that of the End Demon Dragon.
Now.
The final dragon carried them flying, and they were truly worried that if the dragon became displeased, it would devour them all.
"It was a mount I tamed in the lower realm before I ascended to the upper realm," Yang Fan explained.
"Wh...what? A mount tamed in the mortal realm?"
Xia Xin exclaimed in surprise, suspecting that Yang Fan was joking.
How could there be a demonic dragon with the strength of a celestial being in the lower realm?
If a dragon of this caliber were to remain in the lower realms... the lower realms would have long since become a living hell.
"When I subdued it, its cultivation level wasn't as high as it is now."
"After reaching the Upper Realm, he cultivated for thousands of years in my Ancestral Dragon Vein Small World to achieve his current strength."
Yang Fan could easily see what Xia Xin was thinking.
Therefore, he explained it to everyone.
"..."
Immediately, all of his companions were speechless and completely dumbfounded.
Repairing chains for thousands of years?
This young man came from the lower realm to the upper realm, and he's only been here for a mere ten years or so.
Where did these thousands of years come from?
Could it be...? Everyone recalled Yang Fan's words and thought of a possibility.
now.
The way everyone looked at him was different now.
"Master, look ahead."
Suddenly, the End Dragon spoke in human language.
Yang Fan looked up and saw a terrifying sandstorm at the edge of his vision.
"What's going on? Why is there a sandstorm in the center of this island?"
Yang Fan looked surprised and puzzled.
While he was pondering this, the End Dragon had already carried them to the front of the swirling sandstorm.
"roar!"
Seeing that Yang Fan did not tell it to stop, the Final Dragon let out a loud dragon roar and charged in.
"Waaah!"
"Waaah!"
Countless grains of quicksand, like sharp hidden weapons, tore through everything in the air.
At this moment, the immortals on the dragon's body felt their immortal power vanish like flowing water.
This disappearance is not due to being sucked away.
Instead, they formed a protective shield around their bodies to defend themselves... only to be shattered and dissipated by these terrifying sand grains.
Marks appeared on the sturdy scales of the final dragon.
Although these sand grains, like sharp hidden weapons, cannot cause it any damage in a short time.
But over time, even its dragon scales couldn't withstand it.
"roar!"
The final dragon roared and suddenly accelerated... wanting to get through the swirling sandstorm that resembled a tornado as quickly as possible.
only.
The End Dragon underestimated the power and range of the sandstorm.
No matter how it flew forward, it could not break through the sand wall-like barrier of the sandstorm.
Not only that.
After its body was engulfed by the sandstorm, its speed decreased sharply... as if it were stuck in a quagmire, its speed getting slower and slower.
As its speed decreased, some of its scales showed signs of cracking.
Everyone who witnessed this scene felt tense and fearful.
They were able to hold on only because the End Dragon blocked most of the sand's violent power.
If the End Dragon can't hold on, then what they will face is absolutely devastating.
"I will clear the way."
Yang Fan slowly raised his hand, and a surge of energy blasted forward.
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