It could be said to be ready both to advance and to retreat.
If the Demon Race attacked recklessly, they might not gain anything from it.
There was no denying that the Dragon Clan had grown incredibly powerful.
Though they could not compare to the glory of their past,
their situation was far better than when they had been on the brink of collapse.
The Dragon Clan had once been dependent on the Demon Race.
But the Demon Race had never treated them like family.
Instead, they had treated the Dragon Clan as a delicacy on their dinner plates,
and lumped them together with the Phoenix Clan as fine food.
They often used so-called dragon liver and phoenix marrow to entertain the gods and Buddhas of the heavens!
Back then, the Dragon Clan had been in a truly miserable state.
The once-invincible Ancient Three Races had become mere prey on the Demon Race's dinner plates.
It was truly pitiful.
At the time, the Dragon Clan had been the laughingstock of all the living beings in the Primordial World.
Many creatures had trained desperately to become dragons,
only to end up as food on someone else's plate.
There was no denying how tragic that was.
But the Dragon Clan had long since escaped that awkward predicament.
Not only had true dragons appeared among them,
they had also openly formed an alliance with the Human Race.
Their circumstances were now worlds apart from when they had served under the Demon Race.
Both of these true dragons had made it onto the Battle Power Ranking,
and their positions on it were quite high.
There was no denying that they'd managed to turn misfortune into a blessing.
Everyone looked at the image of the giant dragon in the sky with envy.
The living beings