Long Chen’s voice resounded throughout the land. He was standing in midair with Evilmoon in hand, its black qi roiling like the breath of hell.0

The Dragonblood Legion emerged from the white dragon race’s camp, forming a mighty wall behind Long Chen. All of them had their weapons out, ready for a battle.0

Their blood boiled with excitement. After all, each of them was a true warrior at heart—they were no saints. The grievances and slights they had endured these past few days were etched in their minds, unforgotten and unforgiven.0

Although the dragon race had given them their favor, it was not from those standing before them now. If Long Chen gave the order, the Dragonblood warriors would not hesitate to wipe them out now.0

At this moment, the white dragon race’s experts came to...0