"So you Dragon Race are nothing but a bunch of petty people!"
Wang Ye sneered.
In his eyes, these guys were full of lies, and couldn't be trusted at all.
The Ancient Golden Dragon was already struggling desperately.
It never expected that the threat was right beside it, and Wang Ye had previously left behind, secretly taking a fragment of the Divinely Favored Hao Tian Mirror.
"We're done for! Do you have any strategy?"
The Ancient Golden Dragon looked at Wang Ye, full of anticipation.
It had barely become an Ancient Golden Dragon and didn't want to turn back into a Spirit Herb Doll, at the mercy of others.
This Demon Race's golden halo clearly had the power to strip away their powers.
Hearing the Ancient Golden Dragon's words, Wang Ye also began to worry.
Just as he was racking his brain on how to break the restraints, he realized he could easily shift and struggle free from everything around him.
