Dragon Battle in the Wilderness, Slaying Dragons and Shattering Their Hearts

"Kill... kill! Kill... ah..."

The ancient True Dragon roared, its voice echoing across the mountains and rivers.

From slogan-like shouts at the beginning, to the grief and fury of watching comrades die, then to its own shattered body, bleeding out its final drop of blood and burning its final bone—even its Primordial Spirit was glowing and burning, transforming into a rain of light that crashed forward, all for the sake of killing one more enemy...

At the very end, only a trace of lingering consciousness remained. It murmured two simple words, brokenly and intermittently, until it finally fell silent.

This was a microcosm of the battlefield, the most ordinary scene in this bloodiest of meat grinders.

From stepping onto the battlefield, to being met by enemies several or even more than ten times their number storming the defensive line, to watching their comrades fall before their eyes, and finally falling themselves...

This was the Witch-Demon War!

This was the Dragon Clan, a generation's version gods, sacrificed to Heaven in every generation's version!

Yet the Dragon Clan was indeed brave and valiant enough.

Even if they fought until not a trace of their corpses remained, even if they fought until their souls scattered, they would never retreat half a step, stubbornly and resolutely holding the defensive line.

One had to admit that the Dragon Clan's spirit was admirable.

Perhaps this was precisely why so many Ancient God Great Sages looked upon the Dragon God lineage with special favor. Every generation of big shots took great interest in coming over to poke at them a few times.

This clan truly had enough to boast of, both physically and spiritually!

More terrifyingly, they also had tremendous potential to raise troops!

—The Ten Thousand Beasts Worshiping the Azure Heavens, the progenitor of all scale-armored