Two long cries of Jiaolong resounded not far from Fang Mu.
One cry was high and deep, while the other was melodious and bright.
A pale blue Jiaolong, more than ten meters long, lifted its single horn on its head, its body swirling with frost and snow.
In the scorching midsummer, a thin layer of frost and snow actually formed within a radius of three meters around this Jiaolong.
Another Jiaolong, more than twenty meters long, in a blue-violet color, moved its wings that spanned over thirty meters like a crystal structure.
With every flap of its wings, a gust of wind sprang up. Then, the Jiaolong turned around and charged towards Fang Qin.
Its body swirled, enveloping Fang Qin in the middle.
This sudden turn of events startled Fang Yuan, who almost ordered the Sabretooth Snow Leopard squatting by the side to attack.
But Fang Yuan quickly came to his senses.