As Dong Changsheng's resentment grew, his guidance became increasingly half-hearted.
But no matter how much he dawdled, Lin Qingfeng's "reins" would always give him a timely reminder to move forward.
Finally, as they passed through a narrow canyon, Dong Changsheng, who was deep inside, seemed to trigger a scene event.
CRACK.
With that soft sound, the entire canyon floor began to tremble violently!
RUMBLE!
Countless boulders broke loose from the canyon walls on both sides, tumbling down amidst a cloud of dust and instantly sealing off everyone's escape route.
Then, the ground ahead abruptly exploded!
Dark soil and tree roots shot into the sky.
A massive head suddenly burst out from underground!
It was a dragon's head, pieced together from ancient, rotting wood!
ROAR—!
With that roar, its entire body broke free from the earth.
Its draconic form was constructed from enormous, decaying logs, and a black liquid constantly dripped from the moss-covered cracks in its body.
