The conflict and friction between the Red Dragon and the White Dragon ended, reaching its conclusion.
Garros, whose training had been interrupted, still felt unsatisfied, and seeing that the White Dragon's current state wasn't bad, he beckoned her to continue helping him train.
Red Dragon Samantha's injuries weren't that heavy either.
She strongly requested to join in.
The more the merrier; Garros naturally wouldn't refuse.
Red and white, two dragons with different attributes launched attacks on Garros simultaneously, giving him a sensation akin to being between ice and fire.
Occasionally.
When hit by an exceptionally fierce attack, Garros would let out a muffled grunt. Meanwhile, the Red Dragon and White Dragon, who couldn't stand each other, secretly competed to see who could leave deeper scars on Garros and elicit more of a reaction from him.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
Enveloped in white steam from the clashing ice and fire, the silhouettes of the three dragons flickered in and out of view. The constant sounds of scale against scale, and the collision of claws and tails rang out, sending red-hot sparks flying everywhere.
In this manner, time gradually passed.
The twilight deepened as the rays of the setting sun spilled down, reflecting within Dragon Valley and coating the lake's surface in a layer of shimmering light.
Garros's physical training came to a temporary halt.
Samantha was panting heavily from exhaustion, wanting to collapse onto the ground. However, upon seeing the White Dragon on the other side, she tried her best to prop herself up; an adult dragon's physical stamina and Demonic Energy were more abundant, and her condition was slightly better.
Garros stretched his body, letting out a series of crisp cracking sounds.
Under the assault of the two dragons, the Explosive Scales on his body were now covered in cracks, looking like fragile porcelain at first glance. However, unlike before, they did not explode and shatter during the intense combat.
This was thanks to Garros's endurance and control, and also the cooling effect of the White Dragon's frost energy.
However, while the White Dragon's frost energy was effective, it also created another problem.
"If I continue to be affected by this frost energy, what will my Explosive Scales become during the next Adaptive Evolution?"
Garros calculated in his mind, feeling that the next step of the Explosive Scales' evolution might not go as he wished—becoming something that could store energy to feed back into him or erupt in a single burst.
"The path of evolution has countless branches."
"Currently, I cannot control the fine details of the evolutionary direction; I can only influence it broadly."
Garros shook his head almost imperceptibly, thinking to himself: "No matter, the evolutions occurring in my body are all beneficial. Even if it doesn't evolve exactly according to my ideas, as long as it evolves, it is a good thing for me."
Thinking this way, he stopped dwelling on it.
Perhaps the result of Adaptive Evolution would be even better than he imagined?
The sound of flapping wings came from the horizon. Garros looked up and saw the Wyverns bathed in the light of the setting sun, returning to Dragon Valley.
However, compared to when they left.
The Wyverns were wounded, bearing more scars.
Folding their wings, Tasha and several adult Wyverns landed in Dragon Valley one after another, touching down before Garros and the other dragons.
Under Garros's gaze, the Wyvern leader lowered her head and said, "As soon as we arrived above the Bloodhoof Clan's territory, we were discovered."
She recounted the process in detail.
Under the cover of the clouds, the Wyvern swarm had silenced their flight, gliding through the air toward the Bloodhoof Clan's territory.
However, what the Wyverns didn't expect was that there were several floating spheres resembling eyes in the Bloodhoof Clan's airspace. As soon as they approached, they were all spotted.
Immediately after.
The Shamans summoned Great Eagle Spirits, giving the elites and leaders wings and granting them flight skills.
Then, reinforced by Warlocks, those powerful Minotaur left the ground and rose into the sky to launch an attack on the Wyverns.
Wyverns were skilled fliers, agile and vigorous in the air; they did not fear the Minotaur in aerial combat.
But remembering Garros's instructions, since they had already been exposed, they did not linger to fight and immediately began to turn back. The Minotaur pursued for a while, but they were not natural flying creatures after all; as their Spells were consumed, they eventually fell back to the ground.
"Bahl Bloodhoof."
"Did you see this Chieftain of their clan?"
Garros asked.
Hearing this, the Wyvern Tasha nodded with lingering fear, whispering, "I locked eyes with him from a distance. Even though he's clearly a Minotaur, he seemed to possess an Aura similar to Dragon Awe. Just standing on the ground, he made me feel oppressed and my heart palpitate."
Garros was lost in thought, then asked, "What was his specific appearance and build?"
Tasha the Wyvern recalled and described it faithfully.
The image was similar to what the Centaurs had said before.
Samantha blinked. After hearing the Wyvern's description, she said in surprise, "Could this Minotaur have undergone bloodline atavism into a demon?"
Garros nodded slowly: "That is the only possibility."
Creatures whose ancestors included powerful beings all have a probability of bloodline atavism.
Even Dragonkin are no exception.
Beneath the Dragon God, there is a group of powerful and mysterious Ancestral Dragons within the Dragon Clan. They are the right-hand men of the various Dragon Gods, the pillars of the Dragon Clan, and the objects of awe and reverence for many Dragonkin.
Ancestral Dragons were the first batch of Dragonkin created after the birth of the Dragon God.
They are naturally immortal beings with Bloodlines akin to gods and demons. Although they do not hold divine positions, they possess power not inferior to ordinary deities.
Gifted individuals within the Dragon Clan.
If they can gain the favor and support of the Dragon God, or if they themselves have the talent to refine their Bloodline, they have a chance to undergo atavism, obtain the blood of an Ancestral Dragon, and become even more powerful.
In the history of Planet Bernardo.
Before the rise of the Twenty-Four Winged Golden Dragon, there was an atavistic Black Dragon who was the strongest among the Evil Dragons. He was cruel and sinister, like an Incarnation of evil and death. However, for some reason, the atavistic Black Dragon suddenly vanished, disappearing without a trace from Planet Bernardo.
Setting aside Dragonkin for a moment.
The root of the Minotaur Bloodline is a Lord from the Abyss Plane. Moreover, he is no ordinary Lord, but a Demon Grand Duke known as the Beast Prince who also holds a divine position—a powerful and terrifying existence.
"Demon atavism, and the concentration of demonic blood must be high, certainly higher than Elvie's Pegasus blood."
"The Bloodhoof Chieftain's growth speed might even be faster than mine."
A sense of urgency arose in Garros's heart.
The long lives and naturally powerful bodies of Dragonkin brought many advantages, but the growth speed of long-lived species was indeed a weakness. Garros's talent was already very strong, but his growth speed compared to other short-lived species could not be called an advantage.
For example, a top Genius among humans could reach the Legendary Rank in their twenties.
Whereas a top Genius among the Dragon Clan would generally have to reach adulthood at a hundred years old to become Legendary.
A dragon like the White Dragon might not even become Legendary after living for a thousand years.
The greatest advantage of Dragonkin lies in having almost no upper limit and being nearly invincible at the same level, capable of constantly growing stronger. They can be considered super Late Stage characters, but the problem is how to grow to that Late Stage.
A sense of crisis rose in the Young Dragon's heart.
Killing intent surged along with it.
In an instant, the twilight-shrouded Dragon Valley suddenly fell into silence. Even the insects nesting in the rock crevices and grass stopped their chirping.
The Red Dragon, the White Dragon, and the surrounding Wyverns all felt their hearts tighten. They unconsciously took half a step back, feeling as if the Red-Iron Dragon before them had torn off its disguise, turning into a terrifying, bloodthirsty beast. Every single scale on his body was radiating an Aura of extreme danger.
Garros took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
He would not let killing intent affect his mind.
"The Bloodhoof Clan is currently expanding. They have already discovered Dragon Valley, and the Wyverns' reconnaissance was also detected. A Minotaur with demonic blood will have no reverence for Dragonkin."
"My Dragon Sleep will occur within the next year or two. I must resolve this potential threat before then!"
"And I cannot be impatient; I cannot rashly charge into the enemy camp alone."
"The Bloodhoof Clan has a fair number of Warlocks and Shamans, and their Ranks certainly aren't low. There is more than one powerful leader beneath the Chieftain."
"In that case... prepare for war. It is time for the vassal legion to show their worth."
Garros's gaze was cold. Without needing fairy scale powder, his mental focus was highly concentrated, and his thinking speed was lightning-fast.
As always, whenever he felt danger or when killing intent surged, the Red-Iron Dragon's mind became unprecedentedly active and excited. Only after the danger was resolved and he felt at peace again would he gradually return to normal.