The sky was torn apart by two extreme colors.
Ahead was a burning, crimson stream of light.
With every flap of its wings, the Blazing Phoenix left a magnificent, hundred-meter-long tail of fire in its wake, igniting the air and distorting the light.
Behind it, the Golden Dragon Sun had transformed into a raging, golden meteor.
Sun was utterly consumed by fury.
To have a heaven-sent opportunity snatched from its grasp—this humiliation and rage had thoroughly ignited its pride as a Giant Dragon.
Every one of its Dragon Scales was burning, and golden Blazing Flames erupted from its body.
Earth-shattering draconic roars, filled with furious and indignant bellows, rolled out in waves, chasing the damnable crimson light ahead.
Raylo, riding Baofeng, was left far behind.
The violent gales at high altitude were like countless sharp knives.
