Both Hill Giants were also covered in gold from head to toe; since the Thousand-leaf Nymphaea juice was free, they slathered it on generously.
Liu Zhenhan pushed up the Ink Crystal gold-wired toad sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, his aggressive ferocity plain to see as he looked down upon the land. It was the seventh day, and finally, propelled by the formidable flying speed of the golden pseudo-dragon, the Valley where the Hell Black Dragons settled was in sight—surrounded by clusters of extinct volcanoes like seven lotus flowers held together, amidst countless eruptions of dazzling red lava, remarkably conspicuous.
Above the darkest Valley to the north, a blanket of rolling grey-white mist rose and swirled, occasionally taking the shape of a Giant Dragon, with its scales and whiskers fearsomely outspread. It emitted an icy chill so out of place with the surrounding environment that even a distant gaze would be cooled by it.
