Wei Long's golden eyes gleamed as he stared at the massive dinosaur before him.
The sheer size of this so-called scourge was unlike any beast he had encountered in this lower realm.
Its scales were dark with streaks of red running through them, pulsating as if the creature's entire body was brimming with raw, chaotic power.
What stood out the most, however, was its gaze—it wasn't filled with mindless bloodlust like most demonic beasts.
No, there was something eerily calm about this dinosaur, a sense of purpose that made it far more dangerous than just another mindless brute.
Wei Long exhaled, shaking his head. "Another dinosaur? What the heck?"
The scourge tilted its head, its deep, guttural voice vibrating through the air. "Huh? You can speak?"
Wei Long smirked. "Of course, I can. You're the so-called scourge those two old bastards were talking about?"
