In Black Dragon and the others' eyes, the Scorpion Demon and Nine-Ren Mountain could be of some help under ordinary circumstances. But when it came to a life-or-death moment, the Ksitigarbha Twelve-Winged Scorpion Demon was far less reliable. Besides, Nine-Ren Mountain had been their enemy until recently.
"Very well. There's no need to rush, then. But if the Dragon Lord later faces a situation we cannot handle, let the entire dragon clan take the field."
Black Dragon said in a low voice, "Since the fate of our entire race is at stake, the whole clan should fight for it together. The Dragon Lord has already given too much for our people. We shouldn't sit back and reap the rewards while he fights alone."
"The dragon clan withered amid the wars of old. We should rise again amid the flames of war. A peaceful age cannot forge a powerful race."
The East Sea Dragon King and Ao Ming voiced their agreement in unison.
After spending so long in the Green Fruit Barrier, they had been influenced by the entire clan, especially after incorporating the dragon essence they had cultivated into the Dragon Totem.
That sense of duty—the knowledge that the rise and fall of their race rested on their shoulders—had set the East Sea Dragon King and Ao Ming ablaze with passion once more. Long since worn down by the passage of time, the two had nearly lost heart.
Seeing the surging battle intent rise from Black Dragon, Ao Ming, and even the East Sea Dragon King, Lu Xiaotian suddenly realized that there was much to improve in the way he had handled things.
He had protected the dragons inside the Green Fruit Barrier too well. The dangers they had faced over the years truly hadn't allowed him to bring a