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Chanaea, Sunthunder Lake.
That was the domain of Silverwyrm, the ninth son of the Demon King, the fallen demon dragon. Countless demonic beasts lived here, launching frequent assaults on humanity’s border defenses.
At that moment, a fierce battle was raging.
Human soldiers fought desperately against the demonic beasts. The battlefield had become a sea of blood and corpses, and neither side was giving an inch.
Splash!
Suddenly, a figure shot out from the center of Sunthunder Lake, bursting through the water and sending towering waves in every direction.
A young man in crimson armor hovered proudly in the sky, gripping the massive corpse of a silver flood dragon in one hand.
His cold voice boomed across nearly 1,000 miles of Sunthunder Lake.
“Silverwyrm is dead. Kill them all!”
The human troops instantly erupted in cheers. “All hail General Yount!”
