The Dragon Clan Would Never Be Slaves-Unless Food and Lodging Were Included

At the same time, the battle between the two true dragons in the sky had already reached its conclusion.

Most of the Golden Dragon's scales had been forcibly ripped off by Austin, exposing the hideous flesh beneath.

Not only was its exterior a sacred gold, but even its flesh was a pale gold, radiating a holy aura of light.

During its earlier fight with Austin, the Golden Dragon had shed so much blood that it was as if golden rain were falling from the sky.

Its injuries weren't limited to its scales and torn skin. A huge hole had also been gouged out of one of its dragon wings, which could cover most of the Holy City.

It looked as if the hole had been blasted open by a single burst of Dragon Breath.

The edges of the hole still crackled with residual energy from the Dragon Breath magic.

Austin wasn't faring much better.

It, too, had suffered extensive burns from the Light Dragon Breath.

Although Austin's scales and skin were immune to Elemental Magic below Forbidden Curse Level, the Golden Dragon's Dragon Breath had clearly reached Forbidden Curse Level.

But these injuries were healing at a visible rate.

Within seconds, the burn marks on Austin's body had vanished without a trace.

Judging by the battle, Austin had the upper hand over the Golden Dragon.

Though the Golden Dragon was also a Minor Emperor, its aura was nowhere near as powerful as Austin's.

But if the two fought to the bitter end, the Golden Dragon would certainly die, while Austin would hardly come away unscathed.

The problem was that Austin didn't play fair.

As soon as it was injured, it had gone straight to Ashariyya and gotten several seventh-grade healing pills refined by Dongfang Chen.

With the pills' effects bolstering