"Who will go first?" Wynterth's voice was deeper than ever.

Upon hearing this, Witter felt a sense of resistance rising within him.

In his inherited memories, the world was relatively peaceful, so the word 'killing' made Witter instinctively resist.

However, he also understood that the world he was in now was the reality!

And reality is cruel!

For a moment, Witter was at a loss for how to react.

Confused, Witter looked at Sailin and the other four little dragons, only to see a look of confusion on their faces as well.

Seeing no response from the dragons, Wynterth continued, "Desaidro can provide you with good protection, but this world is dangerous. Relying on the protection of others is a sign of weakness.

If you want to be weak, I have nothing to say.

But if you want to control your own destiny, then killing is something you must face!"

Her words softened as she said this, "Killing is not a beautiful thing, if possible, I hope you don't have to face it from the day you are born.

But unfortunately, Desaidro is not strong enough to let you grow up without worries.

I'm sorry!

We brought you into this world, but we can't give you freedom and safety!

They need to be fought for by yourselves!"

Her words fell, and the cave fell silent, leaving only the immature Busu beast, panting in fear.

It wanted to escape, but an intangible force held it in place.

"I'll go first!"

Sailin slowly walked out, as if telling others, and as if telling herself!

Wynterth saw this, dragged the Busu beast to the front, and then looked at Sailin.

"Whether it's a dragon beast or a huge dragon, the neck is a fatal spot!"

Sailin nodded, then walked to the neck of the Busu beast.

She took a deep breath, her trembling hand stretched out, forcing herself to stare at the neck of the Busu beast, and then fiercely stabbed down.

Bright red blood gushed out from the wound, and Sailin, standing at the wound, was splashed all over with not a trace of milky white.

However, at this moment, Sailin's attention was not on the warm liquid splashing on her body. Compared to that, the gradually dimmed gaze of the other party made Sailin more directly see the approach of life!

"Sailin, life is fragile. If you don't want to face your own death one day in the future, powerlessly, then becoming stronger is your only choice!

And the first step to becoming stronger is to grow, and growing requires food!"

Hearing this, Sailin's golden pupils shrank sharply, and without hesitation, she bit the torn wound.

She swallowed the bright red flesh, and gradually, a breath that made all the dragons' hearts palpitate emerged from Sailin's body.

Feeling this breath, Wynterth nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the other little dragons.

With a wave of her hand, another Busu beast of similar size was knocked down in front of it.

"Next one!"

This time, before Wynterth's voice fell, Ao rushed to the neck of the Busu beast, biting fiercely, followed by the sound of swallowing.

"Next one!"

Wynterth moved to the side, and this time, she pulled out another Busu beast with her hand.

The remaining three dragons looked at each other, and then Bili took the lead.

After Bili, it was Dinite!

Finally... it was Witter's turn.

Witter walked slowly to the newly brought out Busu beast's neck, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light!

This is the world of the strong eating the weak, right?

Thinking this, Witter looked at his hand, and then inserted it into the neck of the Busu beast.

However, seeing the gushing blood, Witter's pupils shrank sharply, and an inexplicable disgust filled his heart. By the time he reacted, he was already far away from the corpse of the Busu beast.

Witter was stunned for a moment, then looked at his hand. When he saw the fresh bloodstains, the strong disgust rose again.

He couldn't help but rub his hand on the ground.

Wynterth saw this and was stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing?" she asked Witter, her tone carrying a hint of entreaty.

"Wynterth, help me cook them, please!"

Witter looked at Wynterth, his voice carrying a hint of pleading.

Wynterth hesitated for a moment, then pointed at Witter, and a flame rose. In the blink of an eye, the blood on Witter's hand was burned clean, and he was not hurt at all.

Looking at his clean hand, Witter let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

Seeing this, Wynterth's gaze solidified.

"Tell me, Witter, do you hate blood?" she asked.

Hearing this, Witter turned to look at the blood on the ground, then shook his head.

"No, I don't hate it, but I hate the feeling of it sticking to my body," he replied.

A trace of confusion flashed in Wynterth's eyes.

What a strange quirk?

However, Wynterth didn't delve into it. Hating the feeling of blood on one's body is not a big deal. What she feared was that Witter would hate blood, because that would mean Witter would find it difficult to become a qualified huge dragon.

After seeing Witter nod, Wynterth didn't say anything more.

She looked at the corpse of the Busu beast, stretched out her hand and poked it.

A wave of fiery flames rose, wrapping the body of the Busu beast.

Soon, a rich meaty aroma began to fill the cave.

This aroma attracted the other four little dragons.

Even Sailin, who was still swallowing, smelled the unique aroma in the air, and immediately looked towards the source of the smell, which was Witter's Busu beast.

At this time, it was wrapped in a ball of fire.

Bili swallowed his saliva.

"Wynterth, what is that?" he asked.

Hearing this, Wynterth looked at Bili.

"It's cooked food. Do you want it too?" she asked.

Bili smelled the unique aroma in the air and nodded vigorously.

Wynterth then looked at the other three little dragons.

"How about you?"

"Yes!"

"Me too!"

"Uh... I want to try!"

"I hope you won't regret it!"

Wynterth murmured, then poked each of the Busu beasts, and with the rise of the flames, the aroma in the air became even more intense..