Hearing Muria's words, the face of the extremely old green dragon instantly turned gloomy.

She really wanted to retreat, and the blood clan who asked them to help was all in trouble. was caught by a soul-level demon hunter who was not in the information at all, and it seemed that he was more than lucky.

Then, there was the sudden golden dragon in front of him. Judging from the results of the battle just now, it is basically certain that he is the descendant of the Dragon King described in the inheritance memory. A high-level dragon whose bloodline level is still above the ancestral dragon.

As soon as he appeared, he crippled the famous Red Dragon Scarlet Wings Outlet, and still used the melee combat that Red Dragon is best at.

Then he cut all four soul-level werewolves who wanted to rescue it into two, and it seemed that they basically couldn't survive.

Its style is so ferocious that it doesn't look like a golden dragon. The strength of the combat power made the extremely old green dragon feel a trace of fear.

Now, except for their green dragons, there is no one present who can fight.

Those middle- and low-level werewolves below, that's just cannon fodder.

Because of the dead and wounded of the dark race besieging Warianti, the five cardinal archbishops who fused with the city protection circle all jumped out at this time, and with a vote of gold-level paladins and priests, they began to slaughter those werewolves.

Several of the cardinal archbishops also ran to the location where Muria cut off the four soul-level werewolves, and it seemed that they still wanted to do something to these high-level werewolves.

"We're leaving, can you stop it?" asked the extremely old green dragon with a hint of inexplicable arrogance after glancing at the somewhat uneasy green dragon beside him. She couldn't beat it, but she was confident she could run away.

"Why can't you stop it?" asked Muria, a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

"Bang la!" A sound of metal chains rubbing sounded, and in the frightened eyes of many green dragons, a starlight shone brightly, as if condensing a galaxy of chains, flew out of the body of the majestic golden dragon in front of him.

Then, one into two, two into four, four into eight...... In the blink of an eye, they split into hundreds of chains, which then intertwined to form a large metal web that obscured the sky above them.

The moment he saw the chain appear, some green dragons felt bad and wanted to cast spells to run away, but all spells similar to any door were invalid and could not be formed.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing the sky above him being shrouded in a star-glittering net, feeling the space around him being blocked, and even flapping his wings, he felt some stagnation in the air, and the extremely old green dragon knew that something was wrong.

"It's just that I want to keep all of you. Muria grinned, revealing her snow-white dragon teeth.

"Arrogance, you're just a second-order soul intent who wants to fight against so many of our dragons. An old green dragon of the third order of the soul intent level shouted, relying on the dragons on his side, to vent his fear of Muria.

"Brush!" Muria ignored it, the dragon wings opened, flapped slightly, and the huge dragon body instantly rushed in front of the old green dragon who spoke out. Burning with dragon flames, the dragon claws that swirled around the thunder poked out.

"Crackling!" Layer after layer of aura shield appeared, the old dragon also placed many layers of defensive spells on himself, but to no avail, under Muria's dragon claws of the Holy Yao Emperor Yuan, these defensive spells were as weak as paper, and they would shatter at the touch of a button.

Under the frightened gaze of the old green dragon, Muria's dragon claws grabbed its neck, "Click!" The sound of bone cracking came, and the thick dragon claws sank deep into the neck muscles of this dragon, making its neck twisted and deformed very badly, and it looked quite pitiful.

"Let go of her!" Seeing Muria's surprise attack, he grabbed a soul-level green dragon, and the other soul-level green dragons were shocked, and they all cast spells and smashed towards Muria.

Lightning Storm!

Finger of Death!

Advanced Spell Lowering Technique!

Black Flame!

Bigbi King Kong Palm!

...... One spell after another was cast by the green dragons, forming a mighty torrent of spells, surging towards Muria's huge and dazzling dragon body, without worrying about the problem of hitting.

Because, Muria was not prepared to dodge at all, under the dull gaze of many green dragons, this golden dragon with one dragon claw holding a struggling old green dragon withstood all their spell attacks.

Boom! Boom!

One after another, the brilliant and terrifying elemental spells fell on Muria's body, and violent explosions sounded one after another, when the elemental cloud generated by the explosion of the elemental spell slowly dissipated.

An unscathed golden dragon held its majestic head high, squinted at all the green dragons, and its mouth was cracked, as if it was sneering:

"Are you tickling me?"

After finishing speaking, the majestic golden dragon bowed his head again, looking at the green dragon he was holding in his hand, this old dragon is very pitiful now, a pair of dragon wings have become tattered, and the scales on his body do not know how much has been blown away, and even his tail has been blown away.

The whole dragon was dying, as if it would hang up at any moment, but Muria could feel the vigorous vitality in the green dragon's body in his hand, which was like a furnace.

Its miserable appearance caused by the spell that attacked Muria was just a façade, and it would not be long before it was restored to its original state.

"All immune?" A little green dragon with a body length of only more than thirty meters stared blankly at the golden dragon carrying a powerful elder in its eyes in the sky, and felt a sour tingling in his lower body, as if something was about to come out.

"Impossible!" The extremely old green dragon suddenly went a little crazy when he saw Muria unscathed, "Even if you are a descendant of the first dragon king, but you are only at the second order of soul intent now, why are you completely immune to our spells? What kind of dragon are you?"

Muria didn't answer, and after glancing at the miserable-looking old green dragon in his hand, he threw his claws upward, "Boom!" Four starry chains extended, binding the old green dragon tightly.

The green dragon, which actually had most of its strength retained, tried to struggle for a while, and then found that it couldn't break free from the chains on its body at all, and then stayed still.

Anyway, she had been beaten so badly, paddling with peace of mind, and the old dragon was embarrassed to talk about her. The most important thing is that this descendant of the first generation of dragon kings is also a dragon who abides by the unspoken rules of the dragon clan, and when there is no threat to her life, she really can't raise a trace of fighting will against this golden dragon.

"Bang la!" the sound of chains fluttering sounded, obscuring the sky and cutting off the green dragons' escape back from the nebula chains, and then scattered more than twenty chains, aiming directly at the more than twenty green dragons who were still at the gold level......