At this moment, the patrolling Aethel Serpent Beastmen below the clouds had clearly spotted them as well.
Their posture was so flamboyant, it was hard not to notice.
The Aethel Serpent Beastmen squad all looked up, only to see that leading the way was the Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon, carrying a female and two dragon cubs on its back.
Following close behind was a massive Fire Phoenix, with several Beastmen and a cluster of cubs standing on its back.
One of the elders paused midair, his cloudy old eyes sweeping across the Beastmen and cubs one by one, finally locking onto Rhys Blackwood.
Seeing that face, he felt it was extremely familiar, as if he'd seen it somewhere before.
But age brings poor memory.
After pondering for a long time, he finally remembered.
Rhys's features, especially those deep, cold eyes, were almost cut from the same mold as the Former Sixth Elder from twenty years ago, the peerless genius who'd been skinned and dismembered.
