A moment later.
After passing through layer upon layer of security, the three finally reached the deepest part of the laboratory, where a cage sealed the enormous old dragon.
The old dragon lay on the ground with its eyes closed.
Its scales were broken and patchy, its bloodline aura faint. It looked close to death and showed no reaction to the three of them.
"Over the years, this fellow's will has gradually grown weaker. After I extracted dragon marrow for Tianci, it became like this. Go ahead and use whatever tricks you have."
Corleon looked completely unconcerned.
The red-brown-haired man stood beside him with his arms folded, watching proudly with keen interest.
After circling the old dragon once, Reilo stopped in front of its nostril.
This was undoubtedly a terrifying Ancient Dragon!
A single nostril was nearly as tall as Reilo, and the supposedly faint breath it exhaled felt like a gale blowing over the three of them.
Since Corleon hadn't asked the mysterious man to leave, and the information Reilo wanted wasn't something he had to keep entirely secret, he couldn't be bothered to provoke him. He walked straight up to the old dragon's nostril.
"We've made contact with the Central Civilization."
Getting straight to the point, Reilo said it with a cold smile.
Just as he suspected!
Reilo noticed a faint change in the old dragon's mind. It had clearly heard him.
A cold smile spread further beneath the Capricorn Mask. Dragons were known for their astonishing vitality and resistance to magic. In ancient times, they had been the nightmares of countless powerful creatures in the sky. How could one die so easily?
The creature had probably grown tired of Corleon's torment and no longer dared to defy him, so it had simply decided to play dead.
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