Now that he had mastered the Gray Lord's ultimate power, the offensive of Qin Feng's Holy Empire army was unstoppable. They surged deep into the heartland like a tidal wave. All the Lizardman city-states and Sub-dragon Race tribal strongholds in their path quickly fell beneath their iron hooves, a true display of overwhelming force.
Yet even as the fires of war reached the last core fortresses of the Lizardman civilization, the Ancient Giant Dragons dwelling atop the Holy Mountain remained dormant. It was as if they had long abandoned their old oath—the ancient pact promising eternal shelter to the Lizardmen and Sub-dragon Creatures.
At this point, even the dullest person would have realized something was amiss.
Those Ancient Giant Dragons on the Dragon Realm's Holy Mountain had to be caught up in some kind of calamity.
