In the cold starry sky, a transparent dragon shadow hundreds of kilometers long is flying.
Suddenly, it turned its head to look at the huge star not far away, and a hint of surprise appeared in its majestic and noble dragon eyes.
"The clone was destroyed?"
"That's fine. After so much time has passed, I think the strongest dragon body it has forged by collecting the essence of the stars should have taken shape by now."
Thinking of this, the dragon shadow, no! It should be called the dragon's will, turned around and shot towards the huge star.
A moment later, the Dragon Continent, the bloody plain.
All living creatures, whether they were the Holy Prison Army, the Proud Sky Dragon Clan, or even the Ten Great Kings, felt an unprecedented pressure.
The pressure seemed to act on the depths of their blood and souls, constantly forcing them to kneel down and surrender.
As time passed by second by second, the pressure became heavier.
"This is......"
The strong men were shocked and confused, not knowing what had happened.
But soon, the strong men of the Aotian Dragon Clan cheered, because that pressure was the power of the dragon.
It obviously came from a powerful dragon, and must be more powerful than a wise man.
In an instant, the fire of hope rekindled in the eyes of the strong men of the Aotian Dragon Clan.
"Holy Prison Army, listen to my orders! Retreat!"
"My kings, I hope you will also leave this place immediately."
After feeling this unknown dragon power, Zhang Heng spoke decisively, and his voice spread throughout the battlefield.
Upon hearing this, the Holy Prison Army soldiers immediately flew out of the Dragon Continent at top speed. They knew that the upcoming battle was beyond their reach.
Kings such as the Sky-Splitting Power King also realized that the development of the situation was heading in an unknown and ominous direction.
For those in the True Spirit Realm, staying would only result in more casualties, so they all followed Zhang Heng's advice and left.
Even the Meteorite Sword King and the Abyss Demon Lord abandoned the severely injured Fantasy Dragon King and Plutonium Dragon King and covered the army's retreat.
Also leaving together were Zhang Heng’s partners Meili, Zhu Jianqiang, and Tangyingtu.
Only Fujie Miao looked at Zhang Heng intently before leaving. Then he spread out his right hand, and a seed with a green glow fell into the soil.
The evacuation of the kings and the Holy Prison Army went smoothly, and no blind Aotian Dragon Clan dared to stop them.
In fact, it is wishful thinking for them to stop it as their strength has been greatly reduced.
After seeing all his people leave the Bloody Plain, Zhang Heng's tense heartstrings relaxed a little.
He ignored the remaining remnants of the Aotian Dragon Clan, but focused his gaze and looked into the depths of the Dragon Continent.
There, a blood-red dragon's nest covering an area of more than a thousand miles was shaking violently, and there were protrusions on its surface that kept changing positions, as if something extremely terrifying was about to be born from it.
Zhang Heng's pupils constricted. He knew that the nest was the nest of ten thousand dragons, the birthplace of all the Aotian dragons, and their real base camp.
At this moment, the changes in the Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest were obviously inseparable from the pressure that swept across the world.
Of course, this pressure could not affect Zhang Heng, because he was protected by the C-level talent, Mortal World Insignificance? Looking Up at the Stars.
It also cannot affect the retreating strong men, because they are also protected by Mei Li's talent of all living beings.
But the Aotian Dragon Clan warriors were not able to do so. Most of them had already prostrated themselves on the ground under the pressure.
Only a few strong ones were still struggling to hold on, but even the two dragon emperors, the Illusion Dragon Emperor and the Plutonium Dragon Emperor, were having a hard time resisting.
However, this does not prevent the expectation in their eyes from becoming stronger.
"Bang!"
Just when the dragon's might reached its peak, the huge dragon's nest shrank and expanded at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and finally exploded suddenly.
As fragments flew everywhere, a ferocious figure appeared, exuding an aura of supreme nobility.
He has a dragon head and a human body, wearing golden armor, and through the gaps in the armor, you can vaguely see his thick and wiry muscles.
The lines on the muscles are like shrunken dragons. It is hard to imagine the explosive power contained in them.
As soon as the golden-armored dragon man appeared, all the Proud Sky Dragon Clan, including the two Dragon Emperors, prostrated themselves on the ground to express their absolute respect and submission.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
Between heaven and earth, the remaining dragon images all converged towards him as if returning to their roots and rivers returning to their source, and merged into his body.
During this process, his momentum continued to rise, and finally reached a level that even Zhang Heng was extremely wary of.
After absorbing all the dragon pictures, the golden-armored dragon man patrolled around proudly, and then his magnificent voice spread throughout the area for thousands of miles.
"I am the master of the Aotian Dragon Clan, the Ten Thousand Ancestor Dragon Emperor!"
Wherever the sound passed, mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, waves rolled back, and the wind howled, as if the entire star was conveying deep fear.
"Greetings to the Ten Thousand Ancestors Dragon Emperor!"
All members of the Aotian Dragon Clan expressed their heartfelt respect and fear at this moment.
It was too strong, the pressure from their blood and soul. So strong that they had no choice but to surrender.
"The Wanzu Dragon Emperor?"
Zhang Heng stood tall and straight, unmoved in the apocalyptic scene.
Just his eyes narrowed slightly.
For some reason, this Wanzu Dragon Emperor made him feel somewhat familiar.
This sense of familiarity came from the dragon sage he had just killed, and also from the dragon's will he had once felt up close.
What's going on?
At this moment, the Wanzu Dragon Emperor turned his head and his pair of golden vertical pupils met Zhang Heng's.
The next moment, this strongest member of the Aotian Dragon Clan, who was about the same size as an ordinary human, appeared less than one meter in front of Zhang Heng.
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