Chapter 70: The Mystery of the Dragon God's Fall

It was a Giant Dragon over a hundred meters long.

Its entire body was covered in dark red Scale Armor, and between the gaps in its scales, molten streams of crimson-gold light pulsed like subterranean fire.

Its wingspan exceeded a hundred meters, the membranes a dusky blood-red, and the thick wing bones were lined with thorns that glinted with a cold light.

A long, powerful neck supported its proud draconic head. A row of sharp spines ran from its neck to the tip of its tail, three to four meters wide at their base, radiating a terrifying aura.

With the Giant Dragon's appearance, a terrifying pressure descended abruptly.

This wasn't merely the aura of a powerful being, but the suppression from a higher life form—an existence at the apex of the food chain.

In that instant, every Elf and Dwarf present felt as if a heavy boulder had been dropped on their chest, crushing the air from their lungs.

The Lizard-men fared even worse.