The Lion-Camel Dragon poked its head in to look, but the space inside was too deep and pitch-black, making it impossible to see clearly.
Because flying creatures had an instinctive aversion to enclosed environments, the Lion-Camel Dragon did not come in.
After all, Bai Pu and Qing Yuan were only two people. In the Lion-Camel Dragon's eyes, they were not much different from two flies. There was no need to put itself in danger over the harassment of two flies.
But if the Lion-Camel Dragon's living environment came under serious threat—for example, if hunting teams frequently entered the wasteland, seized prey in the Lion-Camel Dragon's territory, and ultimately all fled back to the Craggy Mountain underground palace...
Then it would no longer be a matter of two flies, but a whole swarm of locusts!
For the sake of its own survival, the Lion-Camel Dragon would have no choice but to charge into Craggy Mountain, wipe out this swarm of locusts, and protect its hunting grounds.
After Bai Pu put forward his idea, he gave even more details:
"The hunting teams we send out must have their strength calculated precisely. Their numbers can't be too few, or the Lion-Camel Dragon will still ignore us; their strength can't be too great either, in case the Lion-Camel Dragon becomes afraid and doesn't dare chase them into the underground palace..."
Over the past few days, Bai Pu had worked out a detailed plan in his mind to lure and kill the Lion-Camel Dragon, including how to draw it into the underground palace, the positions of the three races' experts, the rhythm of their attacks, and so on. He had run through it many times.
Hearing Bai Pu's thorough plan, the warriors of the three races looked at one another, all seeming as if their