Fontane’s own dragon was nothing but sword energy condensed into form, whereas the one looming behind Jared was vivid, lifelike, and carried a majestic draconic might that felt undeniably real.

“Form the array, open the Mountain Defense Formation!” Finally grasping the depth of Jared’s power, Fontane roared the order at the top of his lungs and rushed to activate the Mountain Defense Formation.

As Drake and the others thrust beams of light from their palms into Destiny Peak, a pale radiance blossomed around Destiny Sect, announcing that the Mountain Defense Formation had been deployed.

“Pathetic trash…” Jared snorted, and the golden dragon behind unleashed a thunderous roar.

Under the pressure of that roar, the Mountain Defense Formation groaned and cracked; the light at Its focal points dimmed and, In the blink of an eye, the barrier collapsed.

“T-This golden dragon isn‘t an illusion?” Feeling the dragon’s regal might, Fontane’s pupils shrank, blood drained from his face as though every ounce of strength had been sucked from his body.

He staggered back several paces, stammering, “Who… Who are you? Are you of the Golden Dragon clan?”