"Want to try this Fire Dragon again?"
As soon as the words fell, the mere one-meter-long Fire Dragon circled rapidly around Wen Ping, as if showcasing its body to Yang Xibi.
The faint dragon roar struck deep into the soul.
It was like the True Dragon singing aloud.
As it danced, even the simplest places it flew past, the ten Great Demons of the Wing Race, still a yard away from it, were burned to ash; the water droplets and water screens that originally shielded Wen Ping's perception and eyes also instantly evaporated, turning into gas and ascending.
Even the Vein Qi constructed by Profound Level Middle Grade Vein Techniques for the Mounting Realm was burned away like those ten Great Demons.
