Dragon Race Interlayer Space, Hidden Dragon Ridge.
Looking at the faint golden light descending on his body, Long Yao's expression was ugly.
His strength had already dropped to the half-step Emperor-grade realm, and the other dragon elders were even worse.
Especially Long Jin, who was about to fall to the early-stage Emperor-grade.
"Damn it, my strength!!"
"Quick, kill him!"
"We can't delay any longer. Kill him!"
"Little thief, don't escape!"
The group of dragon elders was exasperated. They felt like they had continuously lost their strength, as if they had stepped into the Five Decay step by step.
This was definitely a heavy blow to their hearts.
However, reality was always cruel. It would always rub salt into your wounds when you were disappointed.
Facing the attacks of the 16 dragon elders, Lin Ye was like a living loach.