1589 dyed the sky red

“Roar! Roar!”

“Roar! Roar!”

Two roars sounded in front of the royal city of Bingxin. In the sky, a huge abyss gate slowly opened up above the city.

An Abyss Demon Dragon extended its huge and ferocious head.

A roar came from the mouth of the Abyss Demon Dragon.

In front of Wang Xian, a divine light dragon condensed. It had a dazzling white glow, a holy body, and lifelike dragon scales. It also let out a dragon roar.

“How can a person control both the darkness and light attributes!”

“What a terrifying aura. How did we provoke such a powerful enemy!”

“The saint of light and the celestial demon. How did we provoke him? This...”

“Damn it. How dare he come to Our Bingxin Royal City? Who cares about the celestial demon or the saint of Light? Kill him, kill him!”

At this moment, within the Bingxin Imperial City, everyone’s faces were filled with fear as they looked at the Abyssal Demonic Dragon and the Divine Light Dragon in the sky.