The phoenix dragon was a majestic creature, possessing the serpentine grace of a dragon, its scales shimmering with iridescent reds, golds, and oranges, reminiscent of a vibrant sunset. Yet it also bore flaming wings and a mane that seemed akin to the phoenix. He didn’t know what or how this creature had been born, though he suspected the phoenix’s power had something to do with it.
More than its appearance, its power was something to be wary of.
Wu Jian had already tried attacking this creature with everything he had. Not even cutting through space could harm this thing. The problem was simply that he lacked the power necessary to break through its hard shell.