'This thing before me... it's not just an ordinary Flood Dragon, but a unique variant among them—a Purple-scaled Blood Horned Flood Dragon! No wonder its aura is so powerful.'
Yang Xiao looked at the terrifying, mountain-sized beast before him.
Its long, imposing body reared up, its purple scales each emitting a terrifying, dark glow. On its head was a long, sharp, blood-red horn.
Like a spike.
Threatening to pierce the heavens.
It was incredibly imposing and majestic.
His heart sank to the depths.
Although this Purple-scaled Blood Horned Flood Dragon's level was about the same as the Thousand-Winged Serpent Eagle's—both equivalent to the Seventh Level of the Small Divine Power Realm—their actual strength was worlds apart.
Because this creature...
was a Flood Dragon.
And a unique variant at that.
One had to understand...
For a Demon Flood Dragon to evolve into a Flood Dragon, it had to possess the power of at least ten thousand young Demon Flood Dragons.
