"Humans, spare me, and I can give you endless treasures! Let you have a lifespan comparable to elves!" The mature Green Dragon was bound by a steel wire net, struggling wildly on the ground, letting out hoarse pleas for mercy.
However, the Natural War Maniac scratched his head, picked up the battle axe on the ground, and said, "If we kill you, all your stuff will belong to us anyway. We could even earn from a five-colored dragon's corpse."
The blood-stained battle axe dragged on the ground, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound that made one's hair stand on end.
The Green Dragon exclaimed in frustration, "We are the offspring of Tiamat! The great Mother of Evil Dragons will not spare you! All the five-colored dragons will see you as enemies and hunt you down to your death!"
In the eyes of the astonished and fearful Green Dragon, the figure of the Natural War Maniac grew taller and more imposing, swelling to a height of five to six meters in an instant.
