In the still of the night, only Yuwen Jun and scattered troops remained in this vast, desolate area, their eyes wide open.
What… what did they just witness?
A Black Dragon suddenly appeared and vanished without a trace?
Earlier, Yuwen Jun had been closest to the Black Dragon. At this moment, every soldier around him lay dead—he was the lone figure standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Yuwen Jun silently raised his bloodstained hand. The five rings he originally wore had become four, and the four remaining rings burned like fire.
He wordlessly glanced at his fingers, then raised his head to survey his surroundings, including the emptiness of the sky. Though his expression betrayed nothing, his heart quaked beyond measure.
Everything he had known, everything he had believed, was utterly overturned.
