Xuan Mo and Zhu Mu, watching the battle from afar, looked at each other in astonishment. Fire Battle, who had held the upper hand until now, had suddenly fallen into a disadvantage so quickly.
"Should we save him?" Xuan Mo asked quietly.
"Hehe, why save him? Wasn't he so formidable just now?"
Zhu Mu sneered. The two exchanged a glance and instantly understood each other's intentions. They immediately nodded and shouted, "Brother Fire Battle, we're coming!"
The two shouted loudly enough for their voices to carry across the vast battlefield, startling me. If I got surrounded by three eighth-rank magical beasts, no matter how strong my physical body was, I wouldn't be able to withstand it!
I warily looked in their direction, already considering retreating. But I soon realized something was wrong. Xuan Mo and Zhu Mu were shouting fiercely, yet they moved at an incredibly slow pace, dawdling over there.
As dignified eighth-rank magical beasts, they still had not flown over after such a long time despite such a short distance!
"This is... standing as immovable as a mountain while allies are in danger?"
The sight left me dumbfounded. I had never expected to witness such a scene on the Dou Qi Continent, and I could not help feeling both amused and exasperated.
It seemed the three great dragon islands were not truly united after all. The open and covert struggles between them remained especially fierce.
That made sense. Their three Dragon Kings all wanted to become the Dragon Emperor, but there could only be one Dragon Emperor. They had only united now because Zi Yan was their common enemy.
But once Zi Yan was dealt with, those three Dragon Kings would likely go back to endlessly slaughtering one another as they had for countless years, until a victor