A dragon's head, so enormous it was beyond imagination, emerged from within. Its eyes were icy cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation—
It was a Western-style Giant Dragon. Its claws, which battered the rift, and its exposed, scale-covered torso held faint traces of a lizard. The impression it gave was utterly different from that of an Eastern Divine Dragon—intensely oppressive. Through the crack in the sky, one could vaguely see its massive, bat-like wings stirring.
Then, It opened its mouth.
A world-ending torrent descended from the heavens!
Chu Bamboo's pupils contracted. His body tensed instinctively, but he didn't try to dodge. For one, knowing the true nature of this world, he figured this was probably one of Z's bizarre schemes. For another, if this was real, there was clearly no dodging it anyway!
In that instant, the world turned blood-red.
