"Clyde, I can't believe it's really you. You're still alive? That's incredible!"

"But how did you become so weak? Hahaha..."

Archibald, the king of the hellish dragon clan, laughed gleefully. To him, the current Clyde was no better than an ant, a far cry from the proud and spirited Clyde of ten thousand years ago.

Clyde stood protectively in front of Chen Yuan, glaring at the two enemies before him. Hatred burned in his heart.