CRACK.
A sharp crack echoed. Unable to withstand the immense pressure, Ling Xiao's left shoulder blade had shattered. Excruciating pain instantly coursed through his entire body, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
But Ling Xiao's eyes held not a hint of fear—only unyielding defiance.
At this, Longteng could no longer remain silent. If Ling Xiao truly came to harm, the Dragon Race's hopes for revival could very well be dashed.
Therefore, despite deducing from the aura that this was the ruler of the Elf Race, he could only feign ignorance. In a grave voice, he bellowed, "Who goes there?! This human is a friend of the Dragon Race! To move against him is to target the entire Dragon Race! If anything happens to him, I don't care who you are—you will suffer the unending wrath of the entire Dragon Race!"
