Ye Chen was also startled by the Black Dragon before him, a thirty-meter-long creature of immense size, his eyes flashing a hint of horror.
In Miaojiang's Holy Mountain, Witch God Mountain, which is at most a hundred meters high, this Black Dragon coiled around the mountain, occupying almost a quarter of its height, akin to a skyscraper, casting its dark shadow over everyone below.
Even from such a distance, the faint aura emanating from its body made Ye Chen's heart tremble. Compared to this Black Dragon, the pressure from Di Sen now seemed inconsequential.
"Could this be the sacred beast, the Black Dragon of Miaojiang?"
Ye Chen's eyes were full of shock. The information given by the Vermilion Bird had only vaguely mentioned it, and Ye Chen hadn't taken it seriously. Dragons, as totems of Huaxia, had long vanished from the long river of history. How could such creatures exist in modern society?