A mournful cry rang out as the insignificant little dragon collapsed onto the ground, unable to get up ever again. Xiao Chen was deeply moved. The rise of a Dragon King was indeed a cruel process, with many of their kind falling during their metamorphosis and their march forward. The trials that the legendary Ancestral Dragon would have to endure were probably even more intense, given that it would have to face the challenge of at least Nine-headed Companion Dragon Kings!
Clearly, the cries and battle of the baby dragons were already heard by the nearby Barbarian Dragons, but they didn't intervene, letting the cruel struggles continue, which seemed like a survival law of the Dragon Clan.
Finally, the two tiny Dragon Kings, all exhausted, separated and left. The woods fell silent, and only the feeble cry of the little dragon in pain could be heard. It was not dead yet. Near the broken root of the Divine Wood, dragon blood had already stained the ground red.
