Zhao Jue Ye was in shock and screamed "Lone sky dragon..."
When Han Sen heard those three names, he frowned. He had heard that name from a story. It was that thing called King Qin's assassin Mo Li's gene race. It was the one he used. It seemed to be very famous.
"If that purple-haired monkey really is a blood ghost spirit, and now there is this lone sky dragon, can it really be that much of a coincidence?" Han Sen's heart kept flashing with many thoughts.
Mister Yang, who was protected by Zhao Jue Ye's people, shouted, "Mister, run! This is an adult lone sky dragon. In the seven kingdoms, it is a very famous god class gene race! There is no way for us to fight it!"
In fact, everyone was running away. The jade lion crowd had dispersed, so nothing was looking to impede their flight. Peaceful and Zhao Jue Ye took people deep inside the valley. Nobody wanted to fight the lone sky dragon.