Boat girl shook her head and said, "This place isn't the underworld, but that treasure originates from the underworld, transforming this area into the underworld."
Just as she said this, the mist in front surged, and a huge body approximately ten meters thick silently glided through the fog.
Chen Shi stood on the bow, only a few steps away from that large ink-colored body, and could even see the black scales covered in a layer of dew-formed mist.
Those scales overlapped and rubbed against one another, bringing with them an extremely strong sense of oppression.
"Dragons really do exist!"
Chen Shi came to his senses, only to see the slender dragon body disappearing into the mist.
The Wuwang Spear on his back trembled violently, as if it wanted to fly away!
Chen Shi steadied the spear, nearly being carried off, and quickly said, "Black Pot, light the incense!"
