The spirit of the White Dragon stretched out its colossal dragon form exceeding four hundred meters in the sky. It was both magnificent and awe-inspiring, with membraned bone spurs arranged from the top of its head to the tip of its tail, its crystal-like white scale armor dazzling under the sunlight.
Bone spikes grew on the sides of its jaws and golden vertical pupils were embedded in its eye sockets. When its sharp snout roared open, it revealed rows of fearsomely inward-curving fangs.
With its every breath, a chilling wind, capable of extinguishing the life of every creature, blew towards the Three-headed Demon Dragon standing opposite in confrontation. By comparison, the white frost brought by the Wild Hunt was merely an imitation.
Roar——
Ladon let out an uneasy growl, its wings spread wide, fanning a heat wave mixed with black smoke to resist the cold.
"This aura..."
On the White Dragon, Losa felt a sense of familiarity.
