At this moment, the other races also discovered that the Dragon Race had likewise arrived near the Cosmic Light World, and their expressions changed.
"Damn it, how are these four-legged crawlers so fast? How long has it been? They've already mobilized their entire race, like they've never gotten a treasure in their lives—dogs can't even catch a hot meal."
"Heh, who doesn't know that these four-legged crawlers are good for nothing? When danger comes, they run first, but when it comes to snatching treasures, they're guaranteed to be the first ones there. They're famous for it across the universe."
"More than that, they're stingy as hell. Every last one is a miser. Once they get their hands on treasure, they stash it in their dragon nests and do nothing but stare at it."
"The worst part is that these bastards flaunt it everywhere, terrified that someone might not know they're rich. That nouveau riche look of theirs hasn't changed in all these years."
"In short, whenever the Dragon Race shows up somewhere, you know nothing good will come of it."
The many divine beast races gritted their teeth. They had never held much goodwill toward the Dragon Race. Though they were all creatures who had survived from the previous cosmic era, their relationships had never been good.
Given the chance, each side would have loved nothing more than to make the other suffer a crushing loss.
In fact, before the previous cosmic era was destroyed, they had all been peak races. In their struggle for territory, no one knew how many bloody battles they had fought.
The Dragon Race and Phoenix Race in particular—their struggle for supremacy had been renowned in the previous cosmic era. That brutal racial war had stretched on for who knew how many epochs.
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