The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Olivia's dragon eyes were fixed on the wound on her chest.

The high-dimensional energy remaining in her body from the Divine Spine was like a fishhook stuck in her flesh.

It can't be pulled out; the more it struggles, the deeper it goes.

"Cough cough...cough!"

"Damn it!"

The next moment, another mouthful of blood appeared.

The blood was darker than before, with a few specks of gold.

Those golden specks are proof of her loss of her essence.

Her status is also declining.

Yes, the forbidden item, the Spine of God, not only has enormous destructive power, but more importantly, it can inflict a devastating blow on the personality of the one it hits!

As for Olivia, her foundation was indeed strong enough that the impact of this attack would not cause him to fall from the Origin level!

But the drop in rank means one thing: her potential has been reduced.

It was permanently shaved off.

In other words, from today onwards, no matter how much she accumulates, her status will never return to the level before her injury.

Not to mention breaking through to higher levels.

He completely gave up any thought of moving up the social ladder.

This blow was less of a physical attack on her.

It's more accurate to say they're undermining her future.

But what angered the two Dragon Kings even more was the matter itself.

These human ants dare to use such methods against them.

Klose's vertical pupils shrank to a thin line.

The blood at the corner of his mouth hadn't been wiped clean yet.

A dragon's roar, so powerful it made the air resonate, emanated from his chest.

From the very beginning, he didn't take the human race seriously.

In his understanding, all humans on Earth were no different from ants.

They're at best a group of ants that know how to use tools.

He pursued Andre all the way, passing through the Northern Alliance's defenses, crushing the human fortresses and barriers, and sweeping southward for thousands of kilometers.

From beginning to end, he never once stopped to examine the human's face closely.

Because it is not needed.

Who would stop to look at an ant's face?

But now, ants are biting him.

And it wasn't just a simple bite; they bit off one of his fingers.

Klose didn't care about the pain in that one finger.

What he cares about is dignity.

He is a dragon, the Ice Dragon King of the Dragon King's Court.

In his own plane of existence, he is an inviolable being.

More than 40 million Yalong people in the entire Yalong realm prostrated themselves at his feet.

He can freeze mountains and reverse the flow of rivers with a single word.

The powerful Dragon King's Court has conquered nine planes, and all its attempts to subdue these nine planes have ended in crushing defeat!

He wasn't injured at all, not even a single hair on his head.

Now, he was injured by a human artifact, to the point that even his true form couldn't withstand the attack.

If it weren't for the fact that the substitution item was used quickly enough.

They each took a fatal blow.

He and Olivia are now two dragon corpses.

The mighty Dragon King died at the hands of a mere "consumable" human—just thinking about this possibility made Kross's dragon scales explode uncontrollably.

"These despicable ants!"

Klose whispered, "I'm going to wipe them all out!"

Olivia did not respond.

She was doing something else—taking recovery items out of her spatial storage.

It was a dark green dragon crystal.

The crystal is about the size of a basketball, and its surface has countless tiny, flowing lines.

She pressed the dragon crystal against the wound on her chest.

The dragon crystal shattered.

Dark green energy flowed into her body like water.

Visibly, the large and small wounds on her body began to slowly heal.

The rolled-up skin and flesh closed up again.

New keratin grows beneath the broken scales.

Klose did the same thing.

He used a silver-white dragon crystal, which he pressed against the dent in his chest.

As the dragon crystal shattered, his sternum began to realign.

The shattered scales are also growing back.

Two minutes later.

Olivia's external injuries have healed by 70%.

Although Kroos's broken wing had not fully healed, the bones had been set.

The membrane is slowly regenerating.

Of course, this only repairs the surface injuries; the underlying damage cannot be addressed by recovery items.

That level of trauma cannot be healed by a few dragon crystals.

But at least, their fighting strength has recovered somewhat.

At this very moment, in the sky behind the two Dragon Kings...

Dozens of enormous figures were approaching at high speed.

That was a Saint-level War Dragon that followed the two Dragon Kings on their expedition.

Each of the dragons was enormous, inspiring despair.

With its wings spread wide, it blots out the sky.

Their scales are of different colors—there are ice-blue Frost Wyverns, dark green Poison Mist Wyverns, and crimson Flame Wyverns.

Dozens of Saint-level sub-dragons formed a huge goose-shaped formation high in the sky, and the air currents they generated created white trails beneath them.

Looking up from the ground, the sky appears to be filled with mobile war fortresses.

The sense of oppression was overwhelming.

These dragons were too far away when Kross and Olivia were attacked by the Spine of God.

They were not affected.

They finally caught up.

After the dragons reached the sky above the two dragon kings, they automatically dispersed, forming a circular protective formation.

Dozens of pairs of vertical pupils scanned the surrounding ruins in unison.

The largest of the ice-blue dragons was Kroos's personal guard captain, Kennis.

It looked down and saw the wounds on its king's body.

A hint of horror flashed in his vertical pupils.

But it didn't make a sound.

Because it could sense the killing intent emanating from Klose.

It's about to break through the sky.

The next moment, Kross stood up, slowly raised his head, and his silver-white dragon form reflected a layer of cold light under the moonlight.

His vertical pupils were fixed on the south, the direction of the Divine Xia Empire, and then he spoke, his voice filled with killing intent that seemed to pierce the heavens: "Dragon warriors! I want you to kill them all!!!"

"Roar~!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kross's silver-white dragon form suddenly leaped up.

The broken and barely repaired wings pounded the air, the resulting gusts of air lifting a layer of scorched earth within a hundred meters around their feet.

The next moment, accompanied by a loud "boom".

The shockwave that spread out caused several nearby dragons to veer off course.

Olivia followed without hesitation.

The gray-green dragon's body rose from the ground, like a poisoned arrow shooting into the night sky.

Dozens of Saint-level sub-dragons turned around simultaneously.

Within two seconds, the entire dragon horde adjusted its formation, forming a massive cone-shaped assault array with the two dragon kings as the spearheads.

They sped off toward the northern border of the Shenxia Empire.

The earth receded rapidly beneath their feet.

The sky was torn apart by their silhouettes.

Wherever the dozens of dragon shadows passed, the clouds were torn to shreds by the shockwaves, and the snow on the ground was lifted hundreds of meters high.