Who says small wings are useless? The Tyrant Dragon had proved through its actions that even small dragon wings could have a decisive impact.

Blood Nine's body silently dissipated into specks of golden light, and Tang Wulin's face had also turned completely pale at this point. His yin yang vortex had been rotating at a supramaximal speed, and beads of blood were seeping out of his pores. Even his hands were trembling slightly as he held onto his Golden Dragon Spear.

Even he was struggling to believe that this was all real, let alone everyone else.

He had won?

That's right, this was the feeling he had been searching for; this was the feeling of fighting a battle with everything he had. He had finally used everything that he'd attained following his recent breakthrough.

The Beautiful Silk Tulip was very close to 200,000 years of age, but due to the fact that its growth had been accelerated by...