"The Great Dragon King of Light? That old man who kept a World Dragon's egg squirreled away? Isn't he a fourth-stage demigod codger? Brother—is he really that strong?" Casting his mind back to the egg-theft, Leonidas pulled an awkward, rueful face. If Commander hadn't stepped in, that old dragon would have had the lot of them brothers cold.
"His true tier is Demigod Artifact. He throttled his own cultivation down by force to feed the egg." That came from Commander. He'd seen straight through Mondusath at the time, known Leonidas, Orion, and the rest couldn't handle him, and that was why he'd stepped in to pull them out.
"Without the egg, that dragon's got no reason to keep his cultivation choked down. If he comes to the Mirage Void, he's got a shot at sixth stage—he's fit to be an ally of ours." Any demigod with a chance at sixth stage was, for now, a great asset to the Stoneheart Horde, a key piece for taking on the Mirage Void's twelve Sovereigns down the line.
