Inside the blackwood cage, the girl flicked her tail impatiently. The sharp spines on her scales scraped against the black gloomwood, scattering sparks in all directions. She had to keep circulating her dragon energy to contend with the sealing formation. They had even used poison, but dragons were naturally highly resistant to toxins, and her body was rapidly adapting. She could now basically ignore the poison. Her resistance to spells was also taking effect; the methods of the human Imperial Dynasty and the West were easily broken. What truly served to seal her was the Phoenix Clan Secret Technique.
The soldiers on the left were squeezed backward by the crowd until they neared the prison cart. In truth, those at the front did not want to get too close for fear of angering the soldiers and getting beaten with clubs, but those behind could not see clearly and desperately shoved forward. Together with the rabble-rousers hoping to take advantage of the chaos, it was a mess beyond description.
Annoyed beyond endurance, she raised a hand and slammed the cage.
Clang~!
The heavy black gloomwood was like metal, and the blow produced a deafening metallic crash. The seal activated in an instant and intensified, blocking most of the energy, but even the small amount that leaked out was terrifying.
A large swath of the crowd immediately fell over. Those closest to the cage were left with splitting headaches and spinning vision from the sound.
Before long, the crowd at the rear was pushed forward by the masses behind them until they reached the prison cart. Trampling unfortunate people beneath their feet, they carried knives, basins, and buckets, both curious and impatient.
Filthy beggars, burly men in animal-hide robes, plump innkeepers, basket weavers carrying woven baskets, and all sorts of men, women,