Training Troops and Nerves, the Human Race Joins the Battle!

Gong Gong Ancestral Witch roared in the hall, as though he were denouncing the unfairness of the world. Spittle flew everywhere, displaying the indignation in his heart.

The mighty figures' expressions changed. One after another, they raised barriers to block the attacks of the unidentified substance.

"If they had at least given my subordinates a quick death... But what does this mean?"

Every word from Dragon Ancestor's mouth seemed squeezed out between his teeth, sending chills down one's spine. "Cutting them apart and bleeding them little by little—is this training troops? Or training their courage?"

Ganging up to kill enemies was hardly honorable, but at least it involved seeing blood. They were clashing with the most elite race—the Dragon Clan—and the benefits gained from this process were immeasurable.

Even if the casualties were heavy.

That was training troops.

As for training their courage...

Just look.

With teamwork, even ordinary demons could slaughter dragons... The glory of the Dragon Clan was trampled beneath their feet, and little sacredness remained.

Who would still fear them?

Who would still be afraid?

It turned out that even though the Dragon Clan was the ancestor of the scaled lineage and one of the main branches of bloodline evolution, they were no different from ordinary demon clans like us—when a dragon was killed, it died!

Breaking the myth of the Dragon Clan and shattering its brilliant legend.

And conversely.

For the Dragon Clan, the situation was far from wonderful.

They had to endure the pressure of being ganged up on. Moreover, as one of the Primordial World's few powerful clans, they were being crushed to death by sheer numbers of demon soldiers with inferior bloodlines...

Even though everyone knew that this was the strength of Heaven's Court's systematic training model, and that the Dragon Clan was