Roar!
The little golden dragon was extremely weak.
Summoning the Ancestor Dragon, even if just a consciousness, or forming a shadow through bloodline to let the Ancestor Dragon's pressure appear in the Intermediate Star Realm, was a significant life expenditure for it.
The golden light on its body had dimmed considerably.
After people left, it hovered around Ling Feng, transformed into spots of golden light and merged into Ling Feng's body, as a long river surged through the sky, forming a misty rain that enveloped Ling Feng.
Ling Feng saw a tattoo imprint of a little golden dragon appear on his arm, the imprint had water ripples, like water flowing over the little golden dragon.
He felt an ice-cold sensation penetrating his body.
"I need to take a nap."
