The sunset was as red as blood.
Gradually, the two male Spined Dragons started to accumulate more and more wounds—if it were a duel for food or territory, they should have stopped by now. After all, even they, the kings of the animal kingdom that they were, would face many dangers if they were injured.
But who could blame them when they were fighting for mating rights now! At this moment, both sides showed no signs of giving up, even resorting to close-quarters combat, using their sharp teeth, claws, and long tails to the fullest to inflict injuries on each other, almost as if they would like to bite each other to death.
Finally, one Spined Dragon managed to seize an opportunity, biting hard on the other's long spine, leaving visible deformation in its wake. After a few more rounds, the injuries woke up the dizzy Spined Dragon—it wanted to retreat now.