The Dragon Race Prince from the Spirit Monster Realm, Salafam, was in a state of rage. Invited to participate in the action, he had originally thought little of this battle, merely fulfilling his father's promise of three aids to the Bureau of Investigation. However, when he saw the God-desiring people advancing towards him, though their faces were hidden beneath hoods, he still caught the all-too-familiar scent of his kin.

So as the battle commenced, he and the helpers sent by his father went directly to confront these two opponents. The closer he got, the stronger the feeling of familiarity mingled with loathing became. He already had some guesses about the arrivals and decided to probe, saying, "At this point, is there still any need to hide? My dear uncle Fafnir!"

"I never thought I'd see a fellow kin in this world, much less my own nephew, alas! You should know this is the last thing I wanted to encounter!" Exposed by Salafam, the other slowly took off his hood, revealing an incredibly aged face covered with green bloodlines, full of wrinkles. His long, unkempt white hair obscured his forehead, and his eerie green eyes peered out, making one shiver.

Fafnir first glanced at his good nephew and then turned to look at his companions, coldly sneering and mocking, "My brother is still so willing to degrade himself by colluding with these outcasts driven from the Daoist Plane?"

"Hmph, it's laughable. Our world was built by divine beasts ascended from the Daoist and Magic realms. Where does banishment come into it? Did your Dragon Race not migrate from the Magic Realm? Do you really consider yourselves rulers of the Divine Beast Realm? Would you dare say this in front of the great personage at the door before entering!" The dark-haired and dashing Eastern woman, Jin Qiongyu, beside Salafam, retorted mockingly.

Fafnir, derided to his face, was so vexed that his chest heaved, coughing several times before angrily scolding, "Cough, cough, cough, shut up! I'm talking to my nephew! How is it your place to intervene, you lower being?"

"Hmph, to us, you are just winged reptiles. Don't forget, before the ceasefire, our Golden Roc Race used to feed on your Dragon Race! Let alone you forget it was us who taught you the human transformation magic…"

"Cough…!"

Hearing her companion's cough, Jin Qiongyu realized her slip and glanced at Salafam. As expected, a trace of displeasure arose on his face. She could only sheepishly shut her mouth and avert her gaze.

"See, my dear nephew, this is the true thought of those outcasts. Even so, can you still…"

Without waiting for Fafnir to finish, Salafam impatiently waved his hand to interrupt, "Uncle, it was a mutual pledge by both parties that divine beasts from both realms would alternate governance and share the world. Without it, it would be an endless battle, draining the blood of several races. Uncle, don't be stubborn, come back. Father has always missed you!"

Towards the end, he sincerely extended his right hand to his aging uncle, expressing his goodwill. Compared to his still-vigorous father, this younger uncle had turned so old due to excessive combat. Remembering the legends about him in the clan, Salafam felt both admiration and sorrow.

"How can I return in my current state? Your father? Ha hahaha, yes! It was indeed he who, for the so-called greater good, exiled us main-battle fraction who had once fought desperately for the clan. Forget it!" Speaking thus, Fafnir coldly snorted, looking sinisterly at his nephew, and with an inscrutable look, he asked, "Oh right, how is my little niece Yasha now?"

Salafam was first puzzled at his words and then realized something, clenching his fists as his eyes turned blood-red, growling, "Did you do it? Why! She's your niece too! She was born after the war and is not yet of age!"

"What do you take your uncle for? Would I personally harm my kin? I was merely an observer on the side, and I think it's not a bad thing at all! Isn't having great power better than appearances? I was helping her!"

Facing the proud smile of his uncle, the veins on Salafam's forehead twitched. Unable to suppress his inner rage any longer, he opened his mouth wide, and a stream of Dragon Breath shot out directly.

"My dear nephew, your abilities are far inferior to your father's!" With a wave of his great sleeve, Fafnir effortlessly turned the scorching Dragon Breath to nothingness, pointing a scaly dragon claw at Salafam with a mocking laugh.

A powerful dragon roar suddenly echoed, and Salafam, without delay, transformed into his original form. Unlike his still underage sister's "delicate" body, he was a full-grown dragon measuring 150 meters long and nearly 30 meters tall. His form occupied a considerable portion of the space, pushing other combatants aside.

Another resounding dragon roar, and scorching flames spewed from Salafam's dragon mouth, blasting towards his uncle. In a flash of fire, three enormous figures rose. First, Jin Qiongyu transformed into a great roc and flew with Pelidron, Fafnir's companion, as they ventured through the flames, wings slicing the blaze, soaring skyward to engage fiercely.

Then, a dragon claw passed through the curtain of flames, grasping fiercely at Salafam's neck. Realizing the danger, he quickly flapped his wings, barely evading the strike. His uncle's gigantic body emerged in front of everyone, trampling out the fire as he spewed poison breath.

Compared to himself, full of vitality and vigor, his uncle Fafnir's body was even smaller and bore several ghastly scars. Yet, Salafam couldn't let down his guard. Regarding this uncle who left a legendary name in the Dragon Realm, he must exert all his strength to gain some chance of victory.

The continuous sound of dragon roars echoed without pause. One after another, high-level Fire Magic, which required long incantations from Great Mages, spewed from Salafam's mouth without reservation, crazily covering the entire battlefield in fiery lights, causing the ground to tremble constantly.

His uncle Fafnir, not to be outdone, emitted not only jet streams of venom, but every step he moved, every flap of his wings, triggered violent earth tremors. The two giant dragons wildly traversed the land, spraying flames and poison breath at each other.

Finally, they resorted to direct combat, with claws and sharp teeth incessantly striking sparks against the opponent's hard scales. After several bouts, they left several scars on each other's bodies, shedding profuse blood like rain, splattering below. Those fighting on the ground had to dodge the blood rain while watching out for the occasionally falling large chunks of flesh.

And right when the dragons were fiercely battling, a gigantic Sea Serpent controlled by Mei Simiao leaped from the water, inadvertently landing between the uncle and nephew.