CHAPTER 243 It appeared far earlier than expected. Ambroxsa’s heavy, massive body drew closer with every passing moment. The shape—like seven writhing snakes stitched together—began to resolve into something clearly distinguishable. [Kuwaaaaaaaaa!] The emergence of Ambroxsa, a true demonic dragon, was on an entirely different level from Galamut back then, which had been nothing more than a mental entity. Even...
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