"Kill," with Xu Zimei's command, ten thousand dragons dived down, attacking Ancestor Aolong.
Ten thousand Divine Dragons approached with overwhelming dragon majesty.
The dragon's roar echoed through heaven and earth, deafening, rising and falling intermittently.
Even within a radius of several hundred miles, the grand dragon majesty and the continuous dragon chants could still be felt.
"How could this be," Ancestor Aolong looked up, speaking in shock.
The Dragon Clan had long been exterminated, a consensus on the Yuan Central Continent.
Other than the battle with the Heavenly Curtain War God, the remaining dragons in the world had probably become extinct.
Only occasionally one or two would be hanging on desperately.
The Ancient Dragon Dynasty was one of the forces most deeply connected to the Dragon Clan.
Despite Ancestor Aolong's immense strength, he was overwhelmed numerically.