"Go back and live or die with our people! Share their hardships!" Wen Yidao, Wen Ting, and the other Xuanxian-level dragons wore grief-stricken expressions, yet their resolve was unwavering.
Regret showed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, though he could hardly be called saddened. After all, he had never been particularly close to the dragons of the Roaring Dragon Mountain Domain; the ones he knew at all were already by his side. At least ten thousand dragons had died in battle this time, perhaps even more. Wen Yan's tribe would be lucky if several thousand had survived. Such a powerful dragon tribe had nearly been wiped out just like that. He had no idea how many years it would take for the dragons inside the Green Fruit Barrier to grow to their scale.
It was precisely the tragic plight of Wen Kaishan's tribe that had given Lu Xiaotian a greater sense of crisis and deepened his understanding of the Headless White Corpses' and Wind-Thunder Winged Qilin Beasts' might. They could easily send out several Golden Immortal experts and even field an Immortal-level battle formation comparable to a Golden Immortal expert's power. A race like this could not have risen to prominence overnight; it was bound to possess a deep-rooted legacy.
Even in this secret realm, Lu Xiaotian felt he had to keep a sufficiently low profile. If the Headless White Corpses or the Wind-Thunder Winged Qilin Beasts set their sights on him, he would be in danger. Even with the strength within the Green Fruit Barrier, he was nowhere near capable of contending with either race.
Until now, Wen Kaishan's tribe had at least offered him shelter. But Wen Kaishan was dead, and his tribe had suffered such heavy losses that it could barely look after itself.
Lu Xiaotian regretted Wen Kaishan's