"Everyone, stop."
The deep voice of the Red Iron Dragon and the cry of the Phoenix simultaneously resounded in the sky, penetrating the uproar of the wind and rain.
After receiving the clear orders from the leaders of both sides.
The vast flock of birds composed of countless eagles, beasts, and magical creatures, which had enveloped the battlefield like dark clouds, swiftly dispersed in all directions, revealing several young and adolescent dragons that had been besieged for a long time.
Their scale armor bore numerous new cracks and scratches.
Among them were some bleeding wounds of varying depths, slowly healing as the scent of Dragon Blood mixed with the rain.
Yet overall, these were merely superficial wounds, far from being serious injuries.
The Giant Dragons stood proudly, Dragon Breath exuding, their aura still strong and scorching, as if they had just engaged in a warm-up exercise rather than an intense battle.
