Chapter 162: Who Is the King of Fear, the Might of the Queen of Fear

"Dragon!"

"Dragon-type phantom beasts, and two of them!"

The two enormous figures dancing in the sky.

Moved every beast-tamer present.

Even Diamond-ranked He Buqiu and Cao Dayuan could not help crying out in horror. "A white dragon!"

Gan Chaofan, meanwhile, could not help recalling something that had happened before.

The matter of the mirror phantom beast on Hualong Street.

Back then, many eyewitnesses had heard that a powerful beast-tamer, riding a white holy dragon, had saved everyone. "Th-this is a Diamond-ranked beast-tamer!"

"But his aura is deeper and stronger than ours!" He Buqiu and Cao Dayuan were horrified—they felt the powerful beast-force radiating from the black-armored man.

It was the aura of Diamond rank.

"What?" "Divine dragon?"

And in this grey-white world.

Those despairing people suddenly opened their eyes in shock!

Above the broken sky.

A massive rift appeared.

Pure white moonlight poured in through it.

Two majestic figures danced in the sky.

Their bodies radiated an aura of supreme dominance.

Their voices rang long and clear.

In this grey world, they echoed ceaselessly, tugging at the heart. And those enormous wings refracted the moonlight's glow.

It was as if a star of hope had risen.

What astonished them most.

Were those white-clad women who had already crawled onto their bodies.

Under the illumination of that white light.

They seemed to be like Bai Xue meeting sunlight.

Disappearing inch by inch.

And the vitality their bodies had lost.

Seemed to be steadily recovering.

"Four-three-zero" On the other side!

That divine dragon, with wings and wrapped in Lei Ting.

Every bolt of Lei Ting that descended.

Precisely struck down a white-clad woman.

Turning them one by one to ash.

Aooooo!

The two divine dragons kept dancing through this grey-white world.

Like death gods, ceaselessly reaping the lives of those white-clad women.

Wherever they passed, those white-clad women vanished one after another.

Reduced to pairs of dust.

And that group of white-clad women was powerless against the holy figures dancing in the sky.

"Divine dragons, the divine dragons have come to save us!"

"Hooray!"

Everyone began to cheer.

Their grey-white eyes, which had already lost hope.

Once more shone with light—the starlight of hope.

"Holy dragon?"

"That figure—it's that big shot's dragon!"

"The big shot who saved us on Hualong Street before!"

"He's appeared again!"

"Is he our guardian deity?"

Some people recognized that white figure in the sky.

And instantly recognized it as the very phantom beast that had once rescued them from the mirror world. "It's him—he must be our guardian deity!" they cheered.