The Little Shen Dragon swooped down from the sky again, coiling around Long Eying's forearm, its claws clashing with excitement.
Several miles away.
The horses neighed and fell into the muddy pit.
Ever since the White Dragon poked its head out, they dared not look again, riding their dogs and horses, fleeing in panic.
A river appeared out of thin air.
A Great Divine Power User!
Only a big temple can contend with it!
Run!
In the nearby villages, the villagers shut their doors tightly, driving cattle and sheep into pens, fearing disaster might visit them.
Rainwater washed over the land.
The renowned Moon Spring Temple turned into complete ruins, the entire backyard transformed into an ocean, rippling in the rain, showing no signs of its former glory.
It was as if birds had devoured everything and returned to the forest, leaving behind a vast, clean, white land.
Wan Ao Temple.
