"Are all your people here?" Lu Xiaotian asked, sweeping his gaze over the thirteen dragons in the valley, none of whom seemed to be in high spirits. Or perhaps he should say fifteen; two had already succumbed to their grave injuries.
"Senior, this is everyone. Unfortunately, Wenzhong and Shunying were too badly injured to make it." The red dragon from earlier spoke dejectedly.
The strongest among these dragons was only at the Profound Immortal level, with three at the True Immortal level. The rest were weaker, and nearly every one of them was wounded. Some had been contaminated by the aura of ghost Buddhas, while others had been injured by his own Thunder Sand Crystal Ants. Without exception, the aura of evil had seeped into them, and their cultivation alone was not enough to drive it out.
Had they been in the South Sea Dragon Palace, their injuries could naturally have been treated. The Dragon Palace had bestowed pills, after all, and none of the dragons had suffered wounds that would kill them immediately.
But they were now in Weishan City, countless mountains and rivers away from the South Sea Dragon Palace. The celestial army had no time to spare for a dozen or so dragons with little status or strength. So they had been left here to fend for themselves.
Though Lu Xiaotian had originally been a proper human cultivator, he had now cultivated a dragon body. Seeing this scene still sent anger surging through him. The surviving dragons before him were weak and wounded, and had lost their value to the Yuxuan Heavenly Court. When they were useful, they were summoned at a whim; once they were no longer needed, they were casually discarded in this valley to fend for themselves. Even he, disguised as Ying Feng, was