The leaders of the different races were summoned to Black Dragon Mountain. Everyone's heart was filled with unease. They stood alongside the Black Dragon Clan due to the pressure exerted by them, but now it seems... has the Black Dragon Clan lost?
Otherwise, why did the members of the Black Dragon Clan along the way appear as if they were in mourning, with a heavy and sorrowful atmosphere enveloping the entire Black Dragon Mountain?
"What should we do now? Could it be that the Cave Dwellers will settle scores with us after the autumn?" The Demon Clan Leader asked worriedly.
"We'll take things as they come, who knows?!" The King of the Dark Wing said indifferently, "Don't worry so much. The power of our different races is not to be underestimated. Since they want to summon us, that means they need our strength too!"
"The King of the Dark Wing is right, but the Cave Dwellers are known for their fiery temper. We must be cautious later on!"
