The deep night sky was silently observing the events below with eyes like twin moons.
The battle between an eighteen-year-old mixed-blood dragon and a one-hundred-and-eighty-year-old adult dragon ended with Galos knocking the White Dragon over, begging for mercy.
"Are we White Dragons doomed to bear the shame of dragons, repeatedly insulted by the other Dragon Race?"
"Does a White Dragon really have no chance of punching a Red Dragon and kicking a Golden Dragon?"
"Other dragons look down on me, and I find myself the most useless."
White Dragon Trish seemed like her mind had been broken, clutching her head with her claws and murmuring to herself.
Hearing her words, Galos tilted his head.
He thought to himself that with his adaptive evolutionary talent, if he were born a White Dragon, he might still pull off a comeback and achieve what the White Dragon was talking about.
