The Dragon Ball Match officially began amid wave after wave of dragon roars.
First to enter was Mudesha, the blue dragon prince representing the Blue Dragon Legion, dressed in heavy armor and a blue cape emblazoned with a dragon-wing insignia.
The moment the prince entered, ten blue dragons swept overhead in a triangular formation, each Dragon Rider on their backs clad in sturdy armor and carrying a sharp spear.
To Zhang Fan, this looked less like a formation for a ball game and more like an army marching to war.
Following close behind the blue dragons, ten winged warriors with dragon heads and humanoid bodies marched across the ground with exaggerated strides to stand beside Prince Mudesha, carrying sturdy shields and brandishing short swords.
Zhang Fan studied the Dragon Race prince carefully. He had a dragon's head and a humanoid body, and his pale blue scales gave off a faint glow. Wisps of white vapor lingered around him, while a thin layer of frost formed on the grass beneath his feet.
Mudesha bowed respectfully to Hanquan, drew the sword at his waist, and pointed it skyward. An enormous, faint dragon-wing insignia suddenly appeared in the sky.
As the enormous dragon-wing insignia appeared, Zhang Fan distinctly felt a powerful aura, one like Minerva's when he had first met her-an aura that made him want to bow his head.
Still, this aura was considerably less oppressive than Minerva's, so Zhang Fan made no special effort to resist it. But a very serious problem suddenly occurred to him...
*If we went to war with the Dragon Race, even the {Beast God Generals} wouldn't be able to withstand this aura, let alone ordinary Insect Race soldiers. How could we fight? We'd be on our knees before the enemy as soon as the battle began.