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His back was gravely injured, and his dragon wings were soaked in blood. Adam tried to test the strength of his wings, but they were unable to lift his massive body for the time being.

In this Plane, the range covered by his power represented Adam\'s sensory zone. After an extensive search, he confirmed the death of the werewolf elder.

"Although we won, it\'s still a pity," Adam felt somewhat regretful. If he had been a little stronger, he might have been able to capture the elder alive. The living always held more value than the dead.

Just then, the elemental energies started to become chaotic. Blooms of blood, like tiny explosions, began to appear in the sky as a terrifying snowstorm started up again on the ice plains.

Adam gathered up any werewolves that were still alive, casting a spell to envelop them in frost, controlling the temperature to maintain their vitality. He then set off towards the direction of the werewolf tribe.

Though the chances were slim, the underground werewolf tribe might still have other important information.

***Boom!***

Adam crushed the icy ground beneath him. The underground entrance was designed to fit the werewolves, which meant it was too small for him. To enter, he had to destroy it. What appeared before Adam was a spacious underground cavern. The werewolves had used an unknown metal to construct buildings, effectively creating a small city underground.

He extended his dragon claw towards the ceiling, rapidly condensing a thick layer of ice to seal the entrance. There were still many living in the tribe, although they were much weaker compared to the earlier werewolf warriors. Likely, they were elderly, children, and women among the werewolves.

Adam had no time to deal with them right now; he headed straight for the grandest and most lavish building at the far end of the underground space.

"Halt, Dragon! You cannot approach the Ancestral Shrine!"

Adam lowered his head to look at the small figure shouting from a hundred meters away, "Ancestral Shrine?"

His voice echoed through the underground space, forming a rumbling resonance. The little werewolf furrowed his brow, seemingly uncomfortable, but stood his ground. He didn\'t answer Adam\'s question but stubbornly repeated, "You cannot approach the Ancestral Shrine."

The little werewolf was pitifully weak. Within the scope of Adam\'s dragon power, there was not a single entity that could be called powerful. Adam wondered what gave the little werewolf the courage to face him, but he didn\'t care and kept walking forward.

A juvenile howl rang out as the small werewolf transformed, shooting a beam of white light towards Adam. However, the light was too weak, dissolving into nothingness before it could even penetrate the dragon aura.

Adam continued to move forward.

The youthful howl gradually escalated, becoming piercing. It was hard to believe such a small body could produce such a penetrating sound.

Adam heard doors opening, many footsteps. All the werewolves hiding in their rooms emerged, their faces filled with both dread and determination. They walked past Adam and stood in front of the small werewolf, and then a series of howls reverberated.

"Leave, you shall not approach the ancestral shrine," Adam seemed to hear countless voices chanting the same phrase.

Adam halted. These people were extremely weak, so weak that a single spell from him could kill them all. Surely they knew of the reputation of the dragons and the battles in the outside world. Despite this, they still stood in his way.

In other words, they came out prepared to die just to confront him.

"Belief? Honor? Or something else?" Adam was somewhat lost in thought. A plethora of terms flashed through his mind, each representing emotions he couldn\'t comprehend. "But, it doesn\'t matter."

With a roar, Adam released a massive bellow. The sound waves rippled through his dragon power, reverberating throughout the underground space, even causing ice and snow to fall from the buildings, drowning out the werewolves\' howls.

Elemental ice spread along the sound waves, freezing the weak and infirm werewolves into statues of ice.

Adam didn\'t kill them; they would be valuable commodities in the City of Freedom, especially the small werewolf, who could reside in the ancestral shrine and perhaps held significant importance.

Adam stepped over the frozen figures and entered the Ancestral Shrine. Upon entering, he was even more convinced that he had defeated all of the werewolves\' combatants and the only value that remained. The shrine had no signs of life, no rooms or partitions, just incredibly lifelike statues and murals covering the walls.

There were no words.

Adam ignored the statues, which were merely figures from the icy werewolf clan\'s history. He walked up to the murals, stooping his massive body to examine them closely.

The mural was long and detailed. It started off depicting a time before the werewolf tribe had come to the icy plains. According to the mural, the werewolf tribe had many extraordinary individuals back then. What followed was an extensive history of evolution---battles, hunting, settlements, and migrations. In these images, Adam saw the figures of dragons, although they played roles that were far from flattering.

This section took a long time to get through, and by the end, Adam had reached a point more than five meters high on the mural. This is where the shocking content began.

The sky cracked open, unidentified matter rained down upon the plane, and hazy figures of monsters invaded, destroying everything in their path. The werewolves, along with other races, rose to resist.

Adam stored all of this information in his mind, murmuring to himself, "So an invasion has happened before."

The lines of the mural were simple, but the atmosphere of carnage was palpable. Bodies littered the ground, fires raged uncontrollably, and despite a blood-soaked resistance, various races were continuously retreating.

What caught Adam\'s eye the most, however, was a sphere that was always present in the sky throughout the mural. It existed in every frame, but as the mural progressed, it got smaller and smaller.

Adam was certain this was not an error on the part of the artist."