The second person to detect the Demon Dragon was the Wusun Shaman. Suddenly, he felt the divination bones in his tent begin to tremble.
These magical artifacts, sealed with the spirits of beasts, seemed being watched by a fierce beast at the top of the food chain, causing even their remaining instincts to wail.
"What kind of monster is that?"
The Wusun Shaman, wearing a nine-feathered hat and a sheepskin drum around his neck, hurriedly walked out of the tent, leaning on an eagle-headed scepter.
The terrifying aura emanating from the sky felt like a falling sun, ready to bring world-obliterating heat upon the Tatar army.
Even at such a distance, the Wusun Shaman could sense that scorching and powerful soul.
"It is the Demon Dragon, the Fulin people's Demon Dragon!"
