"Is this the Young Dragon?" Jackal Wolfman Yougu looked at the massive body of the Red Dragon, its entire form emanating the residual heat and sulfurous breath, making the Red Dragon seem as if it had returned from an endless Purgatory.
The rugged and muscular body resembled iron castings, exuding unparalleled strength and violence, and the branched Dragon Horns were the Scepter of the Giant Dragon's power, the crown of the Demon King.
The grotesque head, covered with spikes on both cheeks, was the embodiment of authority and ferocity, with fearsome white fangs that were the Treasure Sword of the Dragon cutting through the constraints of the Noble Family, and a long, spiked tail that served as the Giant God's whip shattering the shackles of the world.
"I can't defeat this Red Dragon," the thought flashed through the mind of the Jackal Wolfman Leader, and his desire to challenge the Giant Dragon had sunken deep into the Abyss, buried by the putrid mud.
