I, Valon, am frantically searching for my mother.

Below the two dragons, the once lush jungle has vanished, replaced by scorched earth.

Small mountain ranges, like fragile building blocks, were crushed and flattened by the immense power of the dragon's collision.

This is a war between adult dragons, and the aftershocks alone are enough to change the landscape of a small area.

Tia's retinue—the kobolds, goblins, and gnolls—were gathered far off at the edge of the battlefield, heads held high, shouting hysterically.

It's not that they aren't loyal enough.

Rather, for battles at this level, the low-level servants rushing in would serve almost no purpose other than to die and add to the burden of cleaning the two dragons' wounds.

Too many deaths would actually weaken Tia's power.

"Tear her apart! Tear that blue lizard apart!"

"Long live the great Empress Tia! Kick her back into the egg!"

"Long live the Green Emperor! Long live Empress Tia!"

Amidst the deafening shouts, a kobold standing on a rock suddenly paused.

It seemed to hear something strange mixed in with the cheers around it, a sound that was completely unlike the sounds of its kind.

"Hit her, Tia's mom! Hit her tummy!"

"Oops, I was too greedy this time; I should have dodged the lightning strike!"

The kobold scratched its sparsely haired head in confusion, feeling that what it had just said sounded a bit strange.

It turned its head, looked around, and found that apart from its own kind with bared teeth and claws, there were no other unfamiliar creatures around it.

It’s weird.

"You must have misheard."

The kobold shook his nose, attributing the incongruity to the noise of battle disrupting his hearing.

It cleared its throat and, along with its fellow creatures, continued to cheer at the top of its lungs:

"Defeat her! Defeat that stinky blue lizard!"

"For the great Lord of the Forest—!!!"

……

At the edge of the dragon battlefield, a charred giant tree suddenly began to move without any wind.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of bark on the tree trunk indented inward for a moment without warning, as if it had been gently touched by some invisible force.

A few withered leaves, long since dead, floated up half an inch in a strange way before slowly falling back down.

A tiny, silent ridge rose up in the humus soil beside the tree roots.

Wayne crouched behind the charred giant tree, his red vertical pupils narrowed into slits as he looked up at the earth-shattering battle in the sky.

He would occasionally chime in, though his voice was drowned out by the deafening roar, but that didn't stop Wayne from cheering for Tia's mother.

"Left side! Mom, there's a flaw on the left!"

"Oh dear, it's not even biting? Tia's mom is really getting old!"

Not long ago, Wayne used the speed of the Rabbit Charm and the invisibility of the Snake Charm to sneak here silently and observe the situation of the war.

Originally, according to Wayne's estimation, with Tia's mother's formidable strength as an adult dragon and the strong advantage of fighting on home ground, she could at least quickly repel the opposing blue dragon, if not defeat it.

But the result surprised Wayne.

The two dragons were locked in a fierce battle, their bodies intertwined, and it seemed unlikely that a victor would emerge anytime soon.

Wayne stroked his chin, looking at the situation in the sky.

In his view, the two dragons were actually quite evenly matched, and it would probably take three days and three nights to determine a winner.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that Tia's mother was subtly at a disadvantage.

Tia's attacks, though ferocious, always seemed a beat too slow; while the blue dragon Angelina's every dive and breath was so cunning it was infuriating.

"Not extravagant!"

"My mom is no match for other moms!"

Seeing that Tia's mother had taken another bolt of lightning from Angelina, and that her originally green scales had turned charred black, Wayne couldn't help but cover his eyes.

This can't go on!

It seems it's time for me to make my move.

……

Above the sky, thunder and poisonous fog intertwined.

Angelina's every dive was as precise as a scalpel, and the blue-white lightning lashed at Tia's scales like a whip, producing a metallic clang.

Although Tia was trying her best to fight back, most of her attacks were dodged by Angelina, with only a few harmless attacks landing on the blue dragon.

"roar--!"

Angelina executed a beautiful side roll, dodging Tia's bite, and then unleashed a bolt of lightning that struck Tia's wing membrane with pinpoint accuracy.

"Sizzle!"

The smell of burning wafted through the air.

"Hahaha! Tia Gris!"

Angelina's voice echoed through the clouds, filled with sharp sarcasm.

"You think you can be the ruler of the jungle with your strength? You old lizard, you move as slowly as if you're carrying a mountain!"

Tia didn't reply, but responded with action—she turned around abruptly, her thick dragon tail tearing through the air and sweeping out with unparalleled ferocity!

"Snapped!"

Angelina was caught off guard and struck, her scales flying and blood gushing out, but she immediately let out an even more ear-piercing laugh.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Is it because that little bastard isn't here, and no one's giving you bad advice anymore?"

Angelina circled around the injured Tia like a hyena toying with a lion.

"I think you're really getting old. Not only is your brain not working properly, but even your claws are rusty! A piece of trash like you doesn't deserve to be an empress! I don't think you're even worthy of polishing my scales!"

"roar!!!"

Tia let out a roar, but her actions remained rational.

As a natural-born schemer, Tia considered Angelina's level of provocation to be child's play.

Although Tia was indeed infuriated by the other party's annoying taunts, she knew deep down that if it really came down to a fight to the death, she was no match for the hateful blue dragon in front of her.

This is not surprising.

Although the five-colored dragons appear as a single entity to outsiders, there are still distinctions of superiority and inferiority among them.

Generally speaking, the most powerful of the five dragons is the red dragon.

As the leader of the five-colored dragons, the red dragons are not only the largest in size, but their breath is also a raging inferno that can incinerate everything.

Red dragons are proud and powerful, possessing astonishing physical defense and magical resistance, making them veritable walking natural disasters.

A mature red dragon is virtually unmatched among the five-colored dragons, except perhaps by another red dragon.

The Blue Dragon ranks second.

Unlike the red dragon, which reveres pure violence, the blue dragon is the king of the desert and the master of the weather.

They not only possessed a physique strong enough to tear apart steel, but also extremely high intelligence and tactical skills that were almost artistic.

The Blue Dragon is extremely mobile, and its high flight speed and physical attributes make it almost invincible among its kind.

At the same time, the blue dragons are the only dragon race that considers itself to be able to rival the red dragons!