"This is the true Dragon Prison?"
Caught by the sudden emergence of purple-black light, Qi Xiu gathered his focus and looked around. Towering, thick walls, firm and smooth ground, and a deep, dense breath of desolation permeated the air. Compared to the broken earth above, this was undoubtedly the place where the True Dragon Clan imprisoned malevolent dragons and fierce Flood Dragons!
Qi Xiu pressed his hand against one of the adjacent walls, exerting a bit of strength, and his eyes suddenly changed.
Cold!
Hard!
The force he had just applied was fifty percent of his power. Augmented by the strong physique of the Innate Mixed Yuan Holy Body, this force was enough to knock down a hundred-foot-thick city wall, yet now, not even a single mark had been left.
Afterward, Qi Xiu took out a Talisman Script. But whether it was Thunder Magic, Sword Light, or any other Dharma Gate, none, without exception, could leave the slightest scratch on this wall.
