"Get out or die here."

Ye Dun heard the words of the strong man, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, in the depth of his eyes, passing a trace of cold.

Stepping forward, a dazzling golden awn spreads out from the leaf dust, and the Dragon sings, which is echoing slowly in the whole space, weak, but high.

"Ha-ha, do you want to do it?" The grim middle-aged saw the action of Ye Dun, and felt the thick golden awn. A cold smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Dun did not answer, and his footsteps stepped out again. In an instant, the roar sounded, and the ground under his...