When the dragon race came, they brought water that filled the sky.
When the dragon race left, they packed up nearly a hundred dragon corpses. Like an old man at the end of his life, they sighed softly.
It was appropriate to compare the dragon race to the old.
The body and bones of the dragons were already old. Their essence, energy, and spirit were already deteriorating. However, they did not want to admit to being old. They wanted to be unrestrained and start jumping around when they had the chance.
They were really not afraid of falling apart and being buried in the Primordial World's living beings.
Countless living beings had been buried in that cemetery.
Li Changshou sighed in his heart. Compared to the dragon race, the phoenix race was much more stable although they only had a few members.