Following Wen Tingdao, Wen Yan had led fewer than thirteen thousand members of the dragon race out alive. Seeing dragons fall one after another along the way, Wen Tingdao was heartbroken.
Still, given his and Wen Yan's strength, managing to lead most of the dragon race out of the encirclement was no small feat. They had nearly wiped out the powerful branch of the Ghost Mantis Eagle-Beak Monsters, but there were simply too many enemies for the two of them to protect everyone.
It had been inevitable that some of the weaker members and those with serious injuries would fall.
Fortunately, most had fought their way out. As long as they encountered no further surprises, bringing these twelve thousand-plus dragons to the Sky-Shadow Clan's secret realm should pose no great problem.
But reality often fell short of expectations. After a fierce battle, they had finally managed to put some distance between themselves and their pursuers. Yet when the powerful auras ahead reached them, the faces of the dragons, who had only just begun to relax, darkened once more.
"Looks like another fight is unavoidable." Wen Tingdao sighed softly. The clouds of war had gathered over them again. Jin Muhai, Jin Du, and the other dragon experts, who had come up alongside him, also looked grim.
"Besides the Ghost Mantis Eagle-Beak Monsters we just fought, are there other forces near the ancient city?" Wen Yan asked Jin Muhai.
"Yes. The Ghost Mantis Eagle-Beak Monsters are an enormous tribe. The ones we fought just now were only a tiny branch.
"The nearest force to the ancient city is Ghost Pool Valley. They're even stronger. Their chieftain reached the Primordial Spirit Ghost-Body Realm many years ago. His strength may well match yours—or even surpass it."
Jin Muhai's voice was low. They had already