The King of Black Phosphorus, with his wings that shaded the sky and covered the sun, tried his best to display his terrifying aura.
Lind Armand, who was now sizable enough to be called a "giant," still seemed thin in front of that mountainous huge form.
The ancient giant dragon shifted its body, black fragments falling and sparking up clusters of flames as they struck the ground.
The wings trembled, and jagged rock-like scales stood erect.
Crackling sounds increased, the fallen debris collided with the body, sparks flying.
In the eyes of the onlookers, it was as if an unprecedentedly huge volcano was shaking and spouting a meteor fire rain, with sparks filling the view, leaving only a sea of fire wherever one looked.
A mere body movement already spelled catastrophe.
Flapping its wings to fly, the resulting storm and sparks collided, immediately whipping up a tempest that could baptize the whole land.
