For a long time afterward, the dragon race used Night Demon hearts as energy to sustain their own needs.
Though this great world was shrouded in eternal darkness, the dragon race still managed to survive.
Until one day, when a divine-level dragon was hunting Night Demons, one of its scales was damaged by a Night Demon's attack.
Compared to the enormous body of a divine-level dragon, losing a single dragon scale should have been nothing serious. Yet that missing scale became the divine-level dragon's nightmare.
When the divine-level dragon encountered a second Night Demon, it let out a piercing shriek. The dragon became unable to move, and the Night Demon used its claws to tear through the dragon's skin at the spot where the scale was missing, transforming into a wisp of black Qi and entering the dragon's body.
As the divine-level dragon wailed, its life force rapidly faded. Once its life aura vanished, a swarm of Night Demons flew out from its body.
Night Demons might not grow stronger, but as long as they were given enough energy, they could continuously split into more Night Demons.
From that point on, Night Demons were no longer prey or the dragon race's source of energy. They became the dragon race's greatest enemy.
The dragon race had never been numerous to begin with, and even fewer dragons had broken through the spatial barrier to arrive in this great world.
Over the following tens of thousands of years, the dragon race was unable to grow or even produce offspring, because they simply did not have enough energy to reproduce.
The dragons united as they never had before, taking turns hunting. Even so, over those tens of thousands of years, several divine-level dragons fell.
Just like the silver dragon this time, it did not