Jonavili did not stop; instead, she opened her dragon maw and let out a roar.
"Roar!!"
Although the draconic cry sounded cute and tender, it caused the herd of frenzied bulls to panic; this was an innate racial suppression, an instinctive dread of an apex species like a dragon.
The herd of frenzied bulls began to flee in chaos, completely ignoring the lame bull.
Soon, the large group of bulls had run off, leaving only the lame bull trying its best to chase after them in the direction they had left.
As if sensing its impending doom, the lame frenzied bull lowed incessantly, hoping for help.
"Moo! Moo! Moo!"
However, limping as it was, it could only ultimately become Jonavili's food.
The white wyrmling pounced upon the frenzied bull, which was more than twice her size.
Hunting instincts left her with no hesitation; she bit down on the frenzied bull's neck. The fear of death caused the bull to struggle desperately, nearly throwing the wyrmling off its back several times.
But Jonavili's dragon claws were like hooks, pinning her firmly to the frenzied bull's body. Coupled with her dragon wings and tail constantly maintaining her balance, the bull was unable to get its way.
The frenzied bull's movements undoubtedly deepened the wounds caused by the dragon claws.
Jonavili bit down hard on the bull's neck, and the warm blood flowing into her mouth further increased her bestial nature.
With a sudden burst of strength, she tore open the bull's neck, ripping out the windpipe from within.
The spraying blood splattered across Jonavili's dragon head and body; her crystal blue dragon eyes instantly narrowed into thin lines, showing an expression of extreme excitement.
In contrast, the frenzied bull's struggling strength grew weaker and weaker until it collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Jonavili did not stop; her dragon claws slammed down with force, crushing the bull's head on the spot, sending red spray splashing everywhere like a shattered watermelon.
She hopped off the frenzied bull, her steel-blade-like dragon claws easily slicing open its rough belly.
Looking at the spilling intestines, Jonavili showed a look of disgust; after some processing, the organs she disliked were stripped away.
During this time, Jonavili also extracted the mana core from within the frenzied bull.
The round mana core, about the size of a duck egg, was popped into her mouth like a small snack.
After finishing the preparations, Jonavili began to enjoy her breakfast.
Meanwhile, in the nearby mountains, a fiery red vertical pupil suddenly snapped open within a pitch-black cave.
A true dragon's senses were all extremely keen, let alone that loud dragon roar from earlier which had been completely undisguised.
The owner of these dragon eyes slowly stood up and looked out of the cave.
"An unfamiliar wyrmling dares to trespass on the great Furiel's territory; prepare to face Furiel's wrath!"
It was as if fiery sparks were spitting from the crimson vertical pupils; she moved her dragon claws, the sound of her footsteps on the ground echoing.
This true dragon, calling herself Furiel, walked toward the cave entrance like a gladiator preparing to face an enemy.
Upon stepping out of the cave, Furiel finally revealed her form.
Her entire body was covered in fiery red dragon scales, with a pair of savage dragon horns growing from her head. The explosive muscles on her body formed a sharp contrast with Jonavili's meatball-like physique.
This was a red dragon, a pure-blooded red dragon hatchling.
Her broad red dragon wings spread under the sunlight; with a flap of her wings, Furiel took to the sky, flying toward the source of the dragon roar.
Before long, the high-flying Furiel spotted the pure white figure feeding by the river.
Her fiery red vertical pupils narrowed, and she instantly lost her desire for combat.
'Why is it a white dragon?'
As everyone knew, although the white dragon was also one of the pure-blooded chromatic dragons, before reaching adulthood, they were completely and utterly foolish.
Because of this, Furiel lost interest, but soon, she could not help but curl her dragon maw; bullying a weak member of her own kind was not a bad idea either.
Jonavili, who was in the middle of eating, froze; she had sensed it—another of her kind had entered her range of perception. Based on that scorching aura, she quickly analyzed that it was a red wyrmling.
A flash of panic crossed Jonavili's face. As the leaders of the chromatic dragons, the red dragon's strength was beyond doubt, and their tempers were equally explosive.
Suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed in Jonavili's mind, and she remembered her identity—a silver-white dragon hybrid. However, her white dragon traits had already overshadowed the silver dragon's; thus, from her appearance, she looked like a pure-blooded white dragon.
And in the eyes of other dragons, white dragons were no different from fools. Therefore, she only needed to play dumb now.
Thinking of this, Jonavili could not help but give herself a thumbs-up for her wit, an expression of great wisdom appearing as folly surfacing on her dragon face.
With a thud, the dull sound of a massive weight hitting the ground echoed, and a shadow loomed over Jonavili. The silly-grinning Jonavili's expression froze.
Furiel looked at Jonavili with a complicated expression; while in the sky, she had noticed this white dragon grinning foolishly here, which made her even more certain of the records regarding white dragons in her draconic inheritance.
But soon, Furiel's expression turned playful. Her dragon head held high, she sat back on the ground.
"Bold white dragon, how dare you trespass on the great Furiel's territory. You have already found your path to death."
Jonavili's brain began to spin rapidly, trying to imagine how a white dragon would act in this situation.
However, her body was always one step faster than her brain.
Before Jonavili could even react, she had already turned around and assumed a combat stance against the red dragon before her, baring her teeth as a low growl issued from her throat.
For chromatic dragons, a weakling provoking a stronger one was inherently intolerable. If it were any other chromatic dragon, they would surely sit down obediently and wait for Furiel's judgment.
However, this "newborn calf that does not fear the tiger" behavior of charging head-on was not strange at all when seen in a white dragon.
Seeing the white dragon before her dare to bare its teeth, Furiel was not angry; instead, a hint of playfulness appeared.
"Very well, ignorant white dragon. I admire your courage. In response, the great Furiel accepts your challenge!"
'Stop it!'
Jonavili roared in her heart, but the red dragon in front of her had already pounced.
With no other choice, Jonavili was forced to engage.
She charged recklessly toward the red wyrmling, which was a meter taller and three meters longer than her.
The two wyrmlings, one red and one white, collided in a contest of strength. Waves rose in Furiel's heart, and astonishment flashed in her eyes.
One must know that the white dragon was the weakest among the chromatic dragons; she never expected the one before her to possess such formidable strength. How could Furiel not be shocked?
But following that was a surging battle intent; she needed an opponent like this—a fellow who could actually wrestle with her.
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