"Obilash, do not heed the deception of those Giant Dragons, do not easily incite a war of blood," the Adult Silver Dragon roared loudly at the back of its child.
"The crown glimmers, the white bones are laid. The dead have no right to clamor," Obilash's voice echoed from afar, "They wish to define the Giant Dragon, but unfortunately, they will have no further chance to speak!"
The Mature Golden Dragon and the Adult Silver Dragon exchanged glances, the Adult Silver Dragon asked, "It seems Obilash doesn't appear to have a twisted soul?"
The Mature Golden Dragon snorted out thick smoke, saying word by word, "His tone at the end was already enough to prove his identity, revolting!"
Ancestral Golden Dragon Oblash staggered out of the underground prison's gate, pausing slightly at the gate, hesitated for a moment, but still turned his head to gaze at the chief officer of the prison, he said, "Don't let them suffer too much!"
