Salit the Legendary

High above the clouds, at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

A massive Behemoth, bare-chested and holding a giant warhammer, hovered above the clouds. Opposite him was a terrifying crimson dragon hundreds of meters long, its wings blotting out the sky as raging flames coiled around its body.

"Zarick, are you going to stop me?"

Durontan's voice was icy, his eyes savage and his face filled with deep displeasure.

"No!"

Zarick gently shook his enormous dragon head, two scorching streams of flame pouring from his nostrils.

"Durontan, I have no objection to the Beastkin Empire marching south, but neither you nor Grommash may interfere in this battle."

"Why not?"

Durontan's aura surged. Though he was far smaller than Zarick, his presence was no weaker in the slightest.

"With me here, you cannot threaten the City of Guardianship. What difference does it make whether you act or not?"

"Zarick, are you determined to protect the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom?" Durontan grew even angrier, undisguised killing intent already lacing his voice.

He had waited so long for this once-in-a-millennium opportunity. As long as he took down the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom, the Beastkin Empire would not only gain tens of millions of square kilometers of fertile land to restore its foundations.

It could also further compress humanity's living space. When the chance came in the future, sweeping across the North Continent and restoring the Beastkin Empire's former glory would be only a matter of time.

Hearing this, Zarick fell silent for a moment before nodding heavily.

In truth, he was deeply dissatisfied with Roland. After so many years of cooperation, Roland had always treated the dragon race as something to guard against. The dragons had helped him so much, yet what Roland valued most was still humanity's interests.

But regardless of whether Elarais's prophecy,