At that moment, the two sides hated each other so fiercely their teeth itched. In their hearts, each cursed the other side without cease, making it plain what every one of them was thinking.
"Understood."
Long Tianmiao came back to his senses and smacked his lips.
Did they think he did not want to follow the plan?
The truth was that the two men's pincer attack had come too fast—so fast that before he could do anything, he had already been trapped.
It seemed that unless he showed some real skill and fought for his life, he could neither win their trust nor kill one of the Dragon Clan's three Supreme Elders. They had all thought matters a little too simply.
"You old bastard, you forced my hand today."
With a roaring dragon cry, Long Tianmiao instantly transformed into the Dragon Clan's true form. In the blink of an eye, the shape of a nine-clawed golden dragon emerged. He fought as though he had thrown his life on the line, a sight that warmed the heart.
Because he had suddenly assumed his true form, Long Qingran and Long Wuqing, who had been attacking with full force on the surface, failed to notice it in their haste.
It was only natural that they froze for a moment before reacting, and could only watch helplessly as Long Tianmiao broke free.
"Continue."
Long Wuqing gave a cold laugh.
He quickly regained his composure and immediately continued the pursuit.
It was not hard to tell from the intensity of the battle just now that Long Tianmiao would not be able to hold out much longer against the two of them.
Under such circumstances, they naturally had to press onward. It would be best if they could capture this traitor alive and bring him back