A group of people all entered the ancient battlefield.
Even though the Heavenly Dragon race all had high levels of cultivation, they were incredibly careful, having the rest of the dragons surround them, setting up a formation.
At the center of all of them were Dragin and the others, they were basically the most comfortable among everyone.
Not only did they not seem to have the slightest awareness of being prisoners, they also poked out their heads, looking around their surroundings curiously without a shred of panic.
That formed an incredibly strange scene. The ones who captured them were on full alert, like a bird that had been scared, while the captured ones were incredibly calm. They were very well protected, and were at the safest spot.
Old Dragon smiled, looking at Dragin in a pleased expression. "Haha, how is it? Wasn't my plan pretty good?"
Dragin happily said, "Ancestor, you're great!"
