"Strange, how did the Dragon tribe become the national guardian beast of the human alliance?"
In the ancestral lands of the Saint Clan, amidst vibrant blossoms, the Saint Clan's Patriarch sat in the pavilion, puzzled as he looked at the intelligence report in his hand.
The arrogance of the Dragon tribe surpasses that of the Saint Clan.
How could they submit to a declining human alliance?
"Bewildering, the myriad worlds become increasingly unfathomable!"
The Saint Clan's Patriarch sighed, flicking his hand, and the intelligence report turned to ashes, scattered in the void, leaving no trace.
His face was full of worry.
The looming catastrophe approaches, and the fate of the Saint Clan rests in his hands.
Whether to thrive amidst the catastrophe or face destruction, different decisions need to be made.
"Could my eyes have deceived me?"
