But the tide of soldiers from the Devouring Clan seemed endless, countless Devouring Warriors advanced over the corpses of their kind. Even if their bodies shattered, they would immediately be filled by those who followed.
At this moment, the Great Dragon Lord gazed at the retreating battle line under pressure, unable to suppress a low growl.
Just then, a figure shot in from afar, landing beside him on one knee.
"Great Dragon Lord, the western defensive line has been breached, the third Sky Dragon Guard... completely wiped out."
The arriving figure was covered in blood and dirt, the membrane of the left wing was corroded with several holes, exposing the bleeding bones beneath.
This bloodstained figure was none other than the old acquaintance Ji Chen had longed to meet again: Dragon Descendant.
After listening to Dragon Descendant's report, the Great Dragon Lord's crimson-gold pupils remained fixed on the surging battle line outside the city.
