"Aow——"
A low dragon's roar erupted from the depths of Thunder's throat,
It was no longer the screech of a wyvern, but some more dignified, more ancient sound.
The light continued to surge, yet was no longer under Luo De's control.
Luo De withdrew his hand.
Activating the true dragon's bloodline, Luo De was just the catalyst, in fact, it only used a trace of his blazing energy.
Watching Thunder's painful expression, Luo De couldn't help but feel heartache.
Soon, Thunder's scales began to fall off, scattering like autumn leaves, revealing the tender skin beneath.
Complex patterns emerged on the skin, shimmering with a deep blue glow.
Immediately, new scales began to grow.
These scales were larger, thicker than before.
Every new scale appeared gray-white, like rainclouds on a gloomy day.
The surface of the scales had fine textures, flashing with a metallic sheen under the sunlight.
Thunder's head was also transforming.
