In the matches over the past few days, no dragons had come to watch apart from their group of Adolescent Dragons.
But this time was different.
Nearly a thousand adult, mature, and elderly dragons had gathered in a dense mass outside the island, on a sea surface that had frozen over at some point.
Huge magic water mirrors stood before the dragons, reflecting the scenes at the five battlefields.
Dozens of Metal Dragons also patrolled the sky, maintaining order.
When they saw Xiluo and the other Adolescent Dragons arrive.
Many of the adult, prime-aged, and Elder Dragons in the group burst into booming roars:
"Rooooar!"
"Sista! You little brat! Take your opponent down for me!
I bet twenty thousand gold coins on you! If you dare lose this match, I'll twist your head off!"
"Roar! Boluf! Kill that little bitch Katelin! Show them the strength of us Sub-Iron Dragons!"
"Abel! Kill!"
"Heh! What an enthusiastic bunch of old geezers!"
Among the Adolescent Dragons, one dragon looked at the distant adult dragons and grinned as he spoke.
"I heard dragons cheering for me! Roar, roar, roar~ This feels pretty good!"
"For the glory of the Chromatic Dragons! Take down the Metal Dragons! Take down the Gem Dragons! Take down the Sub-Iron Dragons!"
"We're the ones who'll take you down! Sub-Iron Dragons are the strongest!"
Caught up in the excitement, quite a few Dragon Cubs also began roaring enthusiastically.
But Xiluo paid little attention to any of that.
He was still looking for the dragon Sif Aiya.
He was extremely interested in this dragon he had never examined, but no matter how he looked, he could not find her.
The same went for Baphomet Gale.
What a fucking pain.
Even now, those two dragons still aren't staying with us?
He shook his