BOOM—
A deafening sound rang out at the same time as the scorched earth trembled and cracked.
Countless crimson sparks danced through the air. Everyone still on the battlefield immediately turned their gaze toward the disturbance.
It was impossible to ignore. The mere presence of Scorching Wings's body radiated an invisible Dragon Might. It felt as if a thousand-pound weight was crushing everyone's chest, the constricting pain making it hard to breathe.
A few exhausted Warriors even fainted on the spot.
He was stronger now than he'd been before, so Westheid wasn't completely overwhelmed by Scorching Wings's Dragon Might. His gaze was grave as he watched the Legendary Giant Dragon that had landed in the center of the battlefield.
'If Scorching Wings has landed, does that mean the Sword Saint has already...'
