"Lowly and lowly beasts, how dare you interfere in our race's war!”
The True Dragons were furious, but they could not escape from their predicament.
They were too tired.
Sleepiness surged in like a tide. There was no magic power left, and his body became sluggish.................
This was the case in a war between planes. The situation was unpredictable, and there was no complete victory in a single world. Perhaps the enemy had just been wiped out a second ago, but in the next second, they would have to face the enemy from another plane.
"Follow me, break out of this place!”
In the face of danger, the Poseidonsaur roared and forced itself to stay alert. It spread its wings high and charged through the dense pack of wolves like an arrow. Its pair of dragon horns pierced through the bodies of countless wolves and were dyed red with blood.
The other True Dragons surrounded the Poseidonsaur and tore apart the wolf pack to break out of the encirclement.
