In the midst of it, there is a gigantic corpse extending over ten thousand meters.
Its body is long and slender, covered in cloud-white scales, with a cloud-like airflow swirling around it.
Even though it has already died, this genuine level 9 majesty still makes the golden prince feel as if facing a Grand Wizard.
The storm whirlpool, formed by the energy dispersed within a thousand miles, spans deeply in space, striking awe in the heart.
"A wind-element pure-blooded Dragon Clan, cloud-like Dragon Flame Cloud... this is the Wind Illusion Dragon of the Dragon Traveler."
The golden prince murmured to himself.
These past experiences have been like a roller coaster, filled with great sorrow and joy.
Unable to hold it back, he laughed wildly towards the sky, clearing away previous depression.
"Great misfortune leads to blessings, Sauron did not deceive me!"
...
Hell.
"Big Brother, has Gandaph not come?"
The Purgatory Demon Sword held Levi's hand and asked.
Levi replied:
