The horn blew a splendid yet dangerous azure flame, which transformed into a fire dragon in mid-air, guarding around the throne.
The indescribable dark shadows spread across the ground beneath the throne, as pairs of crimson eyes opened and jaws gaped, emitting low growls.
The flame devoured any spears that flew its way, while the eerie shadows morphed into an even deeper fear.
Even if turned into a porcupine by the spears, it would attack the Royal Guards who drew near with madness, disregarding death and unleashing all its fury upon them.
Facing this situation, the Royal Guards could only keep their distance from Li Changhe warily, using long-range attacks with their spears.
Even without the protection of armor-clad soldiers, he was by no means an easy target.