After enduring hours of relentless pressure from the chaotic spatial stream, Long Chen was finally ejected, flung out like a cannonball. Stabilizing himself mid-air, he immediately sensed something unusual—his dragon blood quivered faintly. The air was saturated with the aura of the dragon race.0

Yet, instead of feeling a sense of belonging, Long Chen was met with a wave of discomfort. The aura carried a revolting undertone, tainted by the unmistakable scent of dragon blood.0

“Put them in their place for me. Cut off the rotten flesh. If the bones are decaying, carve them out. If it weren’t for the fact that the dragon race has so little left, I’d expel all...1