The Devil Flood Dragon Race had managed to imprison so many dragons. They must have had several powerful experts.
"Elder Jin, you should focus on healing your injuries first. The Devil Flood Dragon Race's Grand Supreme Elder is no weaker than Senior Yan Ji in her current state," Wen Yan said from the side.
"He's also cultivated a law origin? Good heavens, then I really am no match for him. I can challenge him after my injuries heal and my cultivation advances another step." Jin Tong's expression stiffened when he heard this, and then an even more astonishing battle intent rose in his eyes.
"We'll talk about it then." Wen Yan nodded. Although Jin Tong sometimes acted without regard for the consequences, the information she had received from the Dragon Lord was fairly specific. The Devil Flood Dragon Race was tremendously powerful. Once the time was ripe, they really would have to suppress them a little and make them understand who was superior and who was subordinate.
The other side had oppressed the dragons for many years, and Wen Yan was furious as well. However, she had only just advanced. No matter how powerful her bloodline talent was, she was absolutely no match for Jiao Jinghen. Once Jin Tong—or she herself—became strong enough, they would certainly have to test themselves against the Devil Flood Dragon Race's various experts.
As for the Ten Thousand Python Palace, only Luo Yan Python Venerable remained to preside over the situation. It was not worth worrying about for now.
During this period, the Dragon King of the East Sea and several of his capable assistants had been run off their feet. Although the Dragon Domain had gained only fifty thousand dragons, far too many of them were wounded. Nearly ninety percent had suffered damage to