Black Wind City, formed by stacks of wind-eroded giant rocks, is a massive hub leading to deeper territories.
The air is thick with the smell of blood.
The storm from Panhai City has long passed, yet the shadow of war continues to hover over the Demon Domain.
In the void, a figure suddenly appears.
His posture is towering, nearly a full ten feet in height.
He wears a magnificent dark gold scale pattern robe, his face handsome to the point of being almost unearthly, with two short dragon horns like dark gold casting a faint pressure on either side of his forehead, his vertical pupils a deep golden hue, exuding an imperious disdain for all living things.
His blood flows like a dragon's, emitting a pure and domineering dragon clan aura, his cultivation at approximately the early stages of Demon Monarch.
At a glance, he appears to be a dragon clan prodigy of the noblest lineage.
