The Beginning of War

The altar's eyes were two blood-red crystals, containing some kind of terrifying power. They gave off a deep, eerie glow that sent chills down one's spine.

In the air around it, Wyverns, Dragon Vein Bats, and Pseudodragons flew about in disarray, their wings flapping incessantly.

On the steps before the altar, a viscous river of blood slowly flowed from the dragon's mouth, mixed with severed fingers, chunks of organs, and even eyeballs with nerves still clinging to them.

Below the steps, dozens of cultists in black robes knelt on the ground, praying devoutly.

Hearing the commotion at the entrance, they all turned their heads. Fury surged from their narrow vertical pupils. "Intruders! Kill them!"

"This is the sacred place of worship for the Mother of Evil Dragons. How dare you trespass!"

The cult priest at the front raised his torch. "Tear them apart! The enemy's souls and flesh are the finest offerings!"

The eerie flames illuminated the pitch-black underground, as well as the ceiling of this massive cavern.

Everyone looked up and saw dense clusters of dragon beasts hanging overhead. Their bodies were thin and grotesque, countless vertical pupils gleaming dimly as thick, foul-smelling drool dripped from the corners of their mouths.

Steamed Bun suddenly felt heat on his shoulder. He reached up to touch it, and his hair immediately stood on end. The dragon beasts' drool had dripped onto him!

He flicked his hand in disgust and looked nervously at his teammates. "Damn it, what do we do?"

Singo gritted his teeth, his gaze exceptionally resolute. "Of all times, we had to run into them while they were praying. Our luck sucks. Get ready to fight!"

"Huh?"

Steamed Bun looked at the hundreds of dragon beasts eyeing them greedily and swallowed. "How about... we reconsider?"

Xia Ye Qiuyu said,