Chapter 508 Dragon God Wakes Up_2

At this moment, Mo Fei was soaring in the sky, uncertain of his own identity—was he Midir or Y'Kir? But definitely not Urein.

What surprised Mo Fei was that the figure emerging was not colossal; in fact, by the Dragon Race's standards, it was mini-sized.

His gaze fixed upon the figure stepping out of the golden orb. The Dragon God didn't look like a dragon; instead, he had a human-like body with the wings, tail, and dragon horns of the Dragon Race.

His face also bore some traits of the Dragon Race, walking on air as if ambling through his own garden.

His eyes were like frozen time, devoid of any sign of life or emotional change, merely calmly assessing the monsters rampaging below as if he were overlooking insignificant ants, lifeless dust.

Such disdain was vividly clear, compelling even the Old God Saratas to anger. Out from its mountainous body stretched countless towering tentacles, wrapping towards the Dragon God.

Tiamat, however, simply waved his hand lightly.