C1280 Azure Dragon Holy Thunder

As soon as Feng Yixiu emerged, he was hit by the pungent stench of blood and decay. He scanned the surroundings to find the ground soaked with bloodstains that had darkened to a blackish-brown hue.

This sight was a stark contrast to the idyllic God Wood Tribe he remembered before entering the Dragon Necropolis—it had turned into a veritable hell on earth.

Feng Yixiu's fists tightened slowly