Seeing the information on the screen, Shao Zifeng's pupils shrank.
An ancestral giant dragon!
And it's a seventh-tier one, after evolving three times!
Shao Zifeng's heart rose. If it were a regular dragon type, it would be fine, but a three-times-evolved ancestral evolution should be somewhat stronger than Qiuqiu.
Although from the evolutionary path, the two weren't far apart, and even Qiuqiu's high temperature could counteract its poison fire.
But one more evolution represents a qualitative leap.
Thinking this, Shao Zifeng looked at the woman beside the Poison Fire Flying Dragon, wishing she would just keep her silence, preferably until the rescue arrived.
Unfortunately, wishes don't always come true. When Shao Zifeng looked at the woman, her gaze finally moved away from Qiuqiu.
She eyed Shao Zifeng up and down and lightly parted her cherry lips, "You are this dragon's Combat Training Master."
