"Roar——!"
A dragon's roar, seemingly from the ancient primordial times, echoed through the heavens and earth! This dragon's roar was filled with anger and majesty, as if reprimanding some form of desecration!
Under this dragon's roar, the space constraints imposed by the Tomb Guardian shattered like fragile glass, piece by piece!
Luo Qingchen and the other two felt a sudden lightness all over, their bindings completely gone!
"Hmm?" On the Tomb Guardian's void-like face, two scarlet lights flickered slightly in apparent surprise, "Dragon Clan? No... it's the aura of the Ancestor Dragon? How is this possible? Wasn't the Ancestor Dragon long since..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the grand dragon power bursting from Bai Ling'er did not dissipate but instead coalesced into a vague, towering golden dragon shadow, spiraling above her!
