Wei Long stood his ground, his massive prehistoric frame radiating pure dominance as his golden eyes locked onto Elder Shao Yun.
The air grew thick with tension, and for a fleeting moment, even the distant cries of demonic beasts fell silent.
Elder Shao Yun's laughter rang through the battlefield, shrill and taunting. "Run? This great me? Running from a mere beast? HAH! Your lizard should be the one scurrying away in fear!"
Wei Long's smirk widened, his fangs glinting under the eerie glow of the demonic land.
Then, without warning, he threw his head back and let out a roar—
A roar so deafening, so utterly powerful, that the very ground beneath them trembled.
Trees in the distance bent under the force, and the surrounding beasts, who had once feared Wei Long's presence, now whimpered and fell to their knees in pure terror.
