The race was exterminated, and the prosperous leaves fell.
Wang Xian hovered above the dragon-descendant race and watched the extermination of a primary race in the universe.
The crescent moon shone in the sky, showing this desolate scene.
Wang Xian was monitoring everything in the dragon-descendant race, monitoring everyone.
There were already more than a dozen universe knights who were observing the surroundings. He merely glanced at them and gave them a warning before ignoring them.
“Dragon Palace, most of the powerhouses of the dragon race have been annihilated. The rest of the ordinary disciples have either died or escaped.”
Half an hour later, Prime Minister Gui flew over and reported to Wang Xian.
“HMM, very good. Let’s go and collect the treasures of the Dragon Race.”
Wang Xian nodded.
He was very satisfied with this battle.
There were almost no casualties among the 500,000 members of the Dragon Palace in this battle.
This was very rare in a race war.