The Elder Ice Drake's eyes glowed faintly, a shard of icy fury visible beneath his otherwise composed expression. "So they dare bring such numbers into my domain. It will be their end."
Lin Mu clenched his fist. "Not just that. Look closely, their formation pattern isn't random. They're using a layered scouting method. One group advances while another stays behind as support. This is military precision."
"Then they have planned this for months," Daoist Chu muttered.
"Perhaps longer," Lin Mu replied. "They knew their last raid would alert the drakes. They came ready to fight the entire clan this time."
But he had prepared for that too.
"Shrubby, Xiao Yin, Xiao Yang..." Lin Mu said mentally, "stay hidden and don't engage. I need you to sense their strengths."
"Understood," came the reply.
A few moments later, all three beasts began reporting their findings one after another. Their voices echoed in Lin Mu's mind, overlapping slightly but clear.
