A month quietly slipped by.
On this day, a majestic black dragon shadow tore through the flying snow curtain, soaring wildly across the sky.
The wing membranes, red as blood, stretched to their limit, reaching a terrifying wingspan of a hundred meters, like a burning blood cloud.
He danced fiercely in the frigid heights, his movements domineering and graceful.
Trailing behind him, visible shockwaves erupted one after another, and the massive dragon body vanished from its spot, leaving only the echoing roar, appearing moments later on the far horizon's other side.
The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of what ordinary creatures could perceive with their eyes, leaving only a burning red tail flame that seemed to tear the sky apart, lingering for a long time.
He maintained this high-speed flight for about half an hour.
Afterward, the Red Iron Dragon reluctantly slowed down, folded his wings, and dove toward the bottom of Dragon Valley.
