The Two-Horned Cyan Moon Flood Dragon glanced at the three demon beasts, who were munching on spirit fruit and watching the drama unfold, its eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment.
"Fools, it's so much better to follow the master. There are only benefits, no drawbacks. Hurry up, kneel down, apologize, and submit," the Jade-Eyed Long-armed Ape jeered from the side, eager to stir up trouble.
Xiaojin and Xiaowa chattered away mindlessly, though it was surely nothing good.
The Two-Horned Cyan Moon Flood Dragon was so furious its teeth itched, longing to charge forward and kill those three traitors. The fact that it had been enslaved by the Human Race Cultivators' seal had already made it lose face, and now it was being mocked and teased by three low-tier demon beasts—it felt like dying.
Under the double torment of the mind, the Two-Horned Cyan Moon Flood Dragon struggled for a long time, its divine soul wounded, and was unable to rise in its agony.
