Chapter 1049: High Place
The white flood dragon's true form stretched for several hundred feet, like one of the true dragons that had long since vanished from the world. Anyone who saw its true form would inevitably be struck speechless with awe.
But when that boot descended from the sky and stepped onto the enormous flood dragon's head, it still looked insignificant by comparison. Yet at that moment, almost everyone stopped what they were doing to look at that boot.
More precisely, at the person wearing it.
That was a young man dressed in black, a saber hanging at his waist, standing atop the gigantic white flood dragon's head as he looked calmly toward the battlefield below, his gaze casually sweeping across the demon army.
He did not say a single word, yet in that instant, every demon his eyes passed over felt an unprecedented sense of nervousness.
For all those years, they had looked upon the human race as though they were ants, but now, the way this human looked at them was much the same as the way they had once looked at humanity.
Pinned beneath his foot, White Jing's body continuously transformed until he finally took human form, which also meant he had been forced onto the city wall. Unfortunately for him, he still remained sprawled face down on the battlements, with a foot planted firmly on his head.
The young man in black stood atop the wall, casually trampling one of the three strongest demon lords beneath his foot. The other demon powerhouses watched the scene, yet not a single one dared approach.
If he had not already broken through that barrier and become one of the exceedingly rare Fuyun cultivators, they might still have been willing to try. But now, not a single demon lord wished to repeat what had already happened.