Ji Xinghuo certainly didn't dare to provoke a tribe of several hundred thousand people.
According to the traditions of the Highlanders, the chieftain of a tribe is at least a legendary strong one, and the larger the population, the stronger the strong ones and the more legends there are.
He saw flying mounts within the tribe, a type of flying dragon with pale grey skin and a wingspan of fifteen meters. At first glance, they almost resembled the dragons of the True Dragon Dynasty, but they were not as sturdy nor did they have scales. With only two legs underneath, they were still incredibly powerful superior beasts.
Frost Flying Dragon!
As superior beings, these flying dragons were much stronger than the evil-eating eagles.
These cold-fearing flying dragons mostly built their nests on the mountain peaks behind the tribe, some circling in the sky, carrying Highland knights on their backs.
Ji Xinghuo roughly counted at least three hundred of them.
