"Damn it..."

The Mulfords and the Shermans were awestruck by this unstoppable power. Despite their fury, they refused to concede defeat. After all the effort they had invested, surrendering now would render everything in vain.

"Die!"

They bellowed, surging forward with boundless power. Instantly, a bloody aura erupted. Within the crimson mist, the entire Dragon Realm trembled violently. Even Adrian sensed it. A potent aura emanated from an unknown source, swiftly spreading across the entire area.

"What the..."

Adrian immediately sensed that something was amiss. He gazed skyward, discerning the issue at hand. Turbulent clouds churned above the dome, their blood-red hue hinting at the contained boundless bloody aura. Within this aura, a colossal figure resembling a dragon loomed ominously.

"I-It’s the Nine Dragon Spirits!" Adrian exclaimed.

Being in this place meant he had to remain vigilant against the emergence of the Nine Dragon Spirits. However, they had never manifested until