Roy and his followers had long since hidden beneath the eaves at the street corner, looking up at the few Young Dragons swaggering through the sky.
These fellows were clearly habitual offenders. They skillfully circled through the air, bombarding the streets and deliberately whipping up gale-force winds with their wings, scattering the roadside stalls into disarray.
One red dragon deliberately lowered its flight altitude and swept its tail across a grill, sending the scorching coals flying in all directions.
At the same time, an invisible force seized the roast meat and tossed it all into its mouth, where it feasted greedily.
"Roar!"
The other two red dragons behind it let out dissatisfied howls, but soon discovered other targets.
Some pedestrians nearby had failed to take cover in time, leaving themselves exposed in the open.
The dragons immediately charged over, killing them with fireballs. They bit down one after another, crushing their skulls and swallowing their brains.
Then they reached in with their claws and tore open their abdomens. But after eating only the hearts, they disdainfully tossed the remains aside.
"Tsk, what a bunch of bullies."
Dragons had extremely keen hearing. Before Furia and the others came here, they had already investigated the matter, so they did not mutter under their breath. Instead, they used Mental Transmission.
Roy noticed that although these dragons were already quite large, their scales still carried the tender sheen unique to Young Dragons. Clearly, they had not reached full maturity.
Rather than hunting, their behavior seemed more like they were looking for amusement.
Like street thugs sweeping through the neighborhood.
For some reason, an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart.
Looking at those fellows, he inexplicably felt irritated and wanted to charge over and teach them a hard lesson.
But then he was startled.
"What