Above the Great River.
A dragon raised its head.
All at once.
The currents turned rapid, thrusting up shocking waves.
Zhao Rong startled.
At first glance, he saw a pair of bloodthirsty eyes.
And on the second.
It was a White Flood Dragon, a kilometer away, raising its head with waves towering over tens of meters high, surging directly towards him.
It seemed that in the next instant, it could smash the Dragon Ship to smithereens.
Submerge everything.
Zhao Rong's breathing seized.
The part of the dragon that rose above the water was already dozens of meters high, its full length unknown.
It appeared serpent-like, its body covered in scale armor, with dragon whiskers on its head and small, unformed horns, a white mane on its neck, and chest marked with red stripes. Two limbs emerged above the water's surface.