"Hide! Quick!" Yolanda's warning came through.
David and the other Dragons, just like polar bears pouncing on seal pups, sprang forward with their forelimbs, ready to burrow into the loose, corpse-strewn earth of Barto Hell.
But they hadn't expected that with this thrust, the ground would suddenly collapse like quicksand. Just as their bodies slid down, they saw a fortress, its fierce appearance somewhat resembling the Soul Train, streak past them in midair.
"It seems the worst has happened," Yolanda murmured.
"What is that?" asked Mofei, the tail-damaged White Dragon.
