"One." Ya Yue's voice rose like a curse from Hell, and the hearts of the Seven Dragon Kings simultaneously tightened. They all understood that although the dragon egg was about to hatch, it was not something that could be accomplished in a short time. The Seven Dragon Kings exchanged looks, and calm gradually returned to their eyes. Facing the threat of death, as a proud race, they showed no fear at all.
"Two." The hellish voice echoed again, and the entire cave became even more silent. The wings of the Vampire Queen slowly unfolded; their blood-red hue intensified, and Necromancer Saphine's fog deepened in color—they were ready to strike at any moment.
Just then, a voice broke the silence. "Crisp high, crisp high..."