The dragon's eyes slightly closed.
In the blink of an eye, three breaths passed, and Nasario's expression showed a hint of joy, having already read all of the opponent's memories.
Gradually, his expression became increasingly menacing, the corners of his mouth stretched open, revealing thousands of interlocking sharp fangs.
He released the celestial serpent, which once again prostrated itself.
Nasario glanced over and smiled:
"Go down and prepare."
The celestial serpent lifted its head, its eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Milord..."
Nasario transformed back into a streak of red light, the dragon's body coiling around the bony mountain.
"Slaughter the San Qin."
"Yes!"
In extreme excitement, the celestial serpent departed, eagerly mobilizing its tribe, ready to act.
Nasario's dragon tail lightly patted the mountainside, his expression a mix of excitement and restraint.
"Now that San Qin's defenses are confirmed to be deserted, we can act quickly.
