The moment Ye Yuan saw the Dragon King, he was overjoyed.
Not only had the Dragon King appeared within his perception, but beneath her belly—
He saw the little dragon clinging tightly to his mother with his forelimbs.
But when he clearly saw the condition of the Dragon King and her son, Ye Yuan's joy was replaced by rage.
The Dragon King was covered in wounds, and blue blood—unique to her species—was still flowing from one of them.
The little dragon was in even worse shape than his mother.
Not only was his body covered in wounds, but there was also an obvious crater in his tail fin, as though it had been struck by a shell.
Describing the little dragon as being in critical condition would not have been an exaggeration.
Seeing the mother and son in such a state, Ye Yuan understood why the photographs had shown only the Dragon King, with no sign of the little dragon.
The Dragon King had been using her own body to protect her son all along.
She had kept the child hidden beneath her belly.
And since those photographs had been taken from above the ocean's surface, it was hardly surprising that the little dragon could not be seen.
Seeing the little dragon's condition broke Ye Yuan's heart. He hurriedly ordered Cold Blood to speed up.
But just as he was about to meet the Dragon King and her son—
A submarine roughly forty meters long suddenly entered the edge of his perception.
Among submarines, one that was forty meters long was not considered particularly large.
The first nuclear-powered submarine known to Ye Yuan, the Nautilus, had a hull length of ninety meters.
Common Crocodile-class submarines were generally around seventy-five meters long.
The submarine following the Dragon King was merely a