In the Black Swamp, a Black Flood Dragon lay in hiding. Its body wasn't particularly large, but its aura was immense.
Tu Xiao'an watched it coldly, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. This clearly wasn't the one he was looking for.
'He'd thought he found a king, but it turned out to be nothing more than a bronze-level grunt.'
It had spoken of a master.
'That must be the master of these War Relics.'
The fiend toying with Tu Xiao'an, the one who had cruelly slaughtered the War Gods who'd ventured inside.
It even toyed with them, treating High Rank War Gods from humanity's official lists like they were nothing but amusing trinkets. This was, without a doubt, a truly heaven-defying boss.
As for the Black Flood Dragon before him?
Tu Xiao'an almost laughed. He cast his Conscious Insight: a Level 38 Demon Beast that claimed the Black Swamp as its territory.
'It was strong, no doubt, but that was all relative.'
