C1847 The Fire Qilin Invaded the Dragon Island

At that moment, a rift opened in the fabric of Dragon Island's space. An ethereal figure of fire hovered in the air. Zhang Xing, looking utterly defeated, was half-kneeling on the ground, surrounded by dragons who were glaring angrily at the sky.

"Hmm? Do I detect the scent of dragons?" The deep, weathered voice emanated from the fiery apparition, tinged with a hint of curiosity