Luo De's heart instantly tensed up, and he quickened his pace.
The Hunting Team followed closely behind, bypassing Frost's massive body, lifting their torches to illuminate the path ahead.
The scene deep within the cave unfolded clearly before everyone's eyes.
A Flying Dragon covered entirely in dark blue scales lay atop a pile of metal-glossed iron ore.
Its body was over five meters long, and when its wings were spread, they likely exceeded ten meters.
But now, it was motionless.
The giant body lay sprawled on the ground, with stout hind legs curled and powerless wings drooping.
The head tilted to one side, its long neck twisted at an unnatural angle.
Luo De had a bad premonition—he couldn't hear the Flying Dragon's heavy breathing!
Under normal circumstances, such a giant creature, even when asleep, should have loud breathing like a bellows.
But now, only Frost's breathing echoes in the cave.
"Can't be this unlucky..."
