Some dragons grew curious.
They flew straight to the unconscious Oakley.
They wanted to wake him.
But they discovered that Oakley's mind had suffered severe damage.
He probably would not wake for several months.
This led them to speculate.
Perhaps Xiluo Utrasis had modeled that pocket dimension after a divine kingdom.
It was a realm belonging to him alone.
It contained numerous powerful beings, as well as magical barriers.
Only that could explain it.
Only that could have allowed Oakley, who commanded the power of time, to be defeated so easily.
"I won this battle as well.
Who will fight me next?"
Xiluo asked calmly.
He seemed utterly unconcerned with his recent victory.
As though everything had been within his expectations.
That attitude...
Filled the dragons' eyes with resentment.
Yet they could do nothing about it.
In the end, their skills simply fell short of his!
They exchanged looks, but not one dragon dared step forward to challenge him again.
They looked at one another, yet none made a move.
A moment later.
Only then did Lance Tiamat flap his dragon wings and slowly fly toward Xiluo, saying:
"Xiluo Utrasis!
None of the other dragons should be a match for you.
A mortal dragon bloodline simply cannot compete with you.
Only an ancient dragon bloodline can put up a fight.
I am a million years older than you, so this may seem like an elder picking on a youngster. But it is also to fulfill the purpose of your visit. I imagine you would not refuse to fight me?"
When the other dragons saw Lance step forward...
They exhaled once more.
Lord Lance was finally making his move!
Although he had lost to this dragon in the Dragon Soul Arena a thousand years ago...
Things were different now.
Lord Lance