Having a true dragon in the territory was an absolute steal.
At this stage, Zong Shen had no idea whether any other lords had tamed true dragons.
Even if they had, they had probably obtained young dragons through some fortunate coincidence.
But he could not be certain, after all, there were still billions of surviving lords.
Moreover, none of those who had survived until now were easy to deal with.
The followers Little Blackie had brought back were additional soldiers and laborers for Zong Shen's territory.
As long as they were properly settled, there would not even be any need to subsidize their food.
These followers already had their own ecosystems.
They possessed suitable hunting abilities or relatively rudimentary agricultural production methods.
For example, the mutated kobolds grew mushrooms inside caves and occasionally hunted low-level beasts in groups.
As omnivorous creatures, these followers were generally quite easy to feed.
The scene was an utter mess at the moment.
If there was any drawback to using a dragon to tame followers for the territory's use—
It was that Zong Shen could not command those followers directly and had to give orders to Little Blackie first.
Little Blackie would then relay them to the followers.
As a result, the follower monsters in the area were all roaring madly at Zong Shen.
Some of the more aggressive draconids even stared at him, itching to make a move.
That was because lords normally kept their auras restrained.
Once personal strength reached a certain level, one's aura became an outward manifestation of that power.
Actively releasing one's aura could often spare one a great deal of trouble.
For instance, Zong Shen once again chose to release the powerful aura of a legendary powerhouse.
The moment that oppressive presence burst from his body and swept outward