Green Dragon Ludwig's movements were slightly sluggish, instinctively wanting to lag behind, waiting for the safest moment to act.
But he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill behind him and turned his head in confusion.
He saw the mature White Dragon Trish staring at him with those cold, temperatureless vertical pupils, her gaze filled with silent urging and pressure.
Ludwig instinctively licked his lips, squeezed out an awkward smile, and then dared not delay any longer, hurriedly flapped his wings and accelerated to catch up with the figure of the Black Dragon in front.
Once all four young dragons rushed out.
The oldest and most experienced mature White Dragon Trish finally nodded slightly in satisfaction.
She leisurely flapped her wings, slowly following at the back of the entire attack formation, perfectly keeping all young dragons and juveniles shielded in front of her, ready to act decisively based on the situation.
