"Looks like I misjudged the dragon clan leader here." After Lu Xiaotian entered deep into the dragon clan's lair, his divine sense was affected once again. Given his cultivation and his identity as a dragon, what he saw was naturally something Fengyuan and Devil Lord Fanghai could never compare with.
A great number of dragons had died in battle in the lair. Much of their dragon blood, along with the Primordial Spirits of some dragons, had not been completely collected or devoured by the Devil Race.
A considerable portion had been transferred through various restrictions to the depths of the lair. Together with the Supreme Elders in the dragon coffins, they had become the price for releasing the Dragon Resentment Poison Spirits. At the same time, they had roused the fighting strength of this army of Dragon Resentment Poison Spirits to a sufficient level in the shortest possible time.
The dragon clan's arrangements had been accumulated over countless years. Earlier, when the armies of both sides had been locked in a chaotic melee, all sorts of auras had become tangled together. Even when Fengyuan and Devil Lord Fanghai had arrived one after another, they had failed to detect anything amiss amid the chaos.
The Devil Race army had slaughtered its way forward, with two Devil Lord experts personally overseeing the battle, to say nothing of its forces being dozens of times greater in number.
The dragons here were far weaker than the Lofty Dragon Army. With the aid of the restrictions, they had still achieved impressive results, killing countless devils, but they lacked the strength to stop the overall situation from collapsing step by step.
Activating the sinister killing move of the Dragon Resentment Poison Spirits had also been an act of desperation for the dragon clan. It wounded the