Witnessing Ye Li's escape to Beizhou, Xia Feng was in no hurry to chase.
Instead, his gaze shifted toward the group of Half-Dragons prostrating themselves before him.
"Roar!" Their scaly bodies shivered as they struggled to lift their heads, a thousand blood-red, ferocious eyes looking up at Xia Feng. A muffled roar emerged from their throats as if they still possessed the will to resist.
However, when they caught a glimpse of the Pale upright pupil looking disdainfully from behind Xia Feng, their Dragon Roars came to an abrupt halt. They once again fell prostrate with a crash, foreheads hitting the ground, quivering in fear.
Through the True Name of the Dragon God, Xia Feng could clearly sense the state of these Half-Dragons, even the degree of trembling in each muscle fiber.
Moreover, he sensed that the mixed Dragon Blood within the Half-Dragons surged with savagery and madness, risked collapse at any moment.
