The moment shrouded by the shadow of death finally passed. The terrifying pressure that stacked over a long time suddenly disappeared. His thinking changed as the the environment changed, the frost on his body fell off and dust which came from nowhere slipped through the gaps of the clothes and into the air.
From the moment he pushed the door open, he was always extremely nervous. He only knew he saw a black dragon but it wasn’t until now did he get a chance to truly see the black dragon’s appearance. It wasn’t until now did he dare to look closely at the black dragon.
This is a Mighty Frost Dragon.
Even among the dragon race, this was still the most noble being — one of the legendary holy creatures, at the same level with the Mighty Golden Dragon and the True Dragon above Cloud Nine.
Different from the Mighty Frost Dragon described in myths and legends who loved violence, cleanliness and being as beautiful as the dark sky, Chen Chang Sheng saw a lot of dust on this black dragon and even a lot of broken dragon scales!
Those dragon scales were half falling out. They looked very ugly, like the scales of dead fish.