499 False Dragon Army

Ripping open the throat of a Giant Claw Dragon, the Dragon Blood named Warp Speed already stood on top of a mound of corpses, piled up with the bodies of False Dragons, no fewer than a hundred. Warp Speed himself was also covered in wounds, his clothes torn to reveal his muscular build. It was only with his upper body bared that one could see he still bore some dragon features.

The remaining False Dragons no longer seemed so determined, for beasts ultimately respect a formidable opponent. The instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is difficult to defy. And this not-so-tall Dragon Blood before them was precisely the type they ought to revere.

Warp Speed had never encountered such a terrifying battle before, unclear on how many attacks he had suffered. Relying on his smaller frame, he managed to weave through the gaps between the Giant Beasts and use the huge bodies of the False Dragons to shield himself, looking for opportunities to kill his foes.