Secret realm.
By the riverbank.
At this moment, the river rages like an angry sea, its waves surging and rolling, a stunning sight. Stirring up this mighty wave is a dark dragon.
This dark dragon's body is like a giant serpent, but with a single horn on its head and fierce fangs.
Its overwhelming demonic aura cloaks it like flames, every movement imbued with immense power, creating massive waves in the river, constantly pushing back the figures charging at it.
"I never expected such a dark dragon to be hiding in the river!"
On the riverbank stood a middle-aged man in a black robe, watching this scene quietly, hands behind his back.
At this moment.
Several Blood Rain Tower assassins swiftly approached from afar, stopping beside the middle-aged man.
Upon seeing the raging dark dragon in the river, they couldn't hide a trace of fear in their eyes.
"Master Aranyun!"
One of the figures called out respectfully.
"Hmm!"
The middle-aged man nodded slightly, looking indifferent.
