The enormous Dark Poison Dragon's vast wings unfurled like dark storm clouds, blotting out the sun with each powerful flap that sent gusts of wind whipping across the ground.
With a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very earth, the monstrous dragon surged into the sky.
Its colossal form loomed above the clouds, a mythical beast brought to life.
After adjusting its course, the Dark Poison Dragon rocketed forward like a burning meteor. Its incredible speed left onlookers speechless.
In a blink, the dragon vanished into the horizon, leaving behind only a faint contrail like a scar carved across the sky.
Back on the ground, a faint cry from Zhao Qingya reached Lu Yu's ears. "Hurry and come back. I'm waiting for you!"
But it was already too late. Lu Yu stood atop the flying dragon, focused on his destination—the ruins.
Spotting the familiar landmarks, he consulted his map.