"It's hard not to feel old." The Demon Dragon Emperor sighed long and deeply.
This desolate and lonely confession, it was unclear if he spoke to the prince or to himself.
"Your wisdom can disperse the eternal darkness of the Sea of Mist." The young and vigorous Demon Dragon Prince did not think his physical strength and melee skills had yet declined, but he had to admit that his chances of seizing the throne from the Crown Prince were becoming increasingly slim, despite always trying to win over the old factions.
Deploying three Night Shadow Dragons, Colorful Dragons, and thirty Demon Dragons to raid the two main Aegean Dragon Cities was a cautious strategy, especially with such an evident advantage in strength. The secrecy was so strict that even the Demon Clan's officials were unaware. Every time he thought of this, the Demon Dragon Prince felt unwilling and depressed.
