C167 The Sevensea Dragon King Who Cherished His Feathers

Echoes of maniacal laughter, akin to that of malevolent spirits, reverberated through the abyss, punctuated by intermittent screams of terror, pleas for mercy, and sobs. In the silent, cold depths of the desolate mountains, the sounds were chilling to the bone, making one's flesh crawl.

Despite the sun still hanging in the sky, the abyss was shrouded in thick fog