In just the briefest of moments, as if in the blink of an eye of heaven and earth, tens of millions, even nearing a hundred million, middle-low tier exotic beasts fell in this catastrophe.
Their lives were abruptly cut short in that instant, turning into cold corpses that covered the ground like layers of silent lament.
It was as if the apocalypse had descended, sending chills through one's heart.
Suddenly, from the rear of the battlefield, a high and stirring dragon's roar resounded.
Like a sword piercing through the sky, it shot straight to the clouds, filled with an undeniable aura of grim killing intent.
It was as though the overlord of heaven and earth was proclaiming its existence or rendering a ruthless verdict on this boundless slaughter.
As soon as this dragon's roar echoed, the Ninth Grade Peak powerhouses of the Great Xia Kingdom all wore solemn expressions, a chill rising in their hearts.
