"Boom!!!"
Blades of grass flew, and dust swept out in all directions.
The Jackal-Wolf People raised their heads. At some unknown point, a figure radiating a presence that made their very souls tremble had appeared in the sky above.
A dragon!!
Hephaestus lowered his head.
A torrent of blazing Dragon Breath spewed from his mouth.
Ever since he had mastered basic dragon-tongue and could summon natural flames, his innate breath weapon had been greatly enhanced.
Both in temperature and in duration, it had improved significantly.
Very soon, a large number of Jackal-Wolf People died beneath the fiery tongue.
Of course, there were also a few "warriors" among them who quickly organized a counterattack.
No matter how deeply rooted the fear and worship of Giant Dragons in their bloodlines was, at the brink of life and death, the desire to survive could still gain the upper hand—that was the most fundamental instinct of any living being.
