The barrier created by the Well of Eternity was difficult to break.

The remaining ordinary elven civilians in Aesarin had mostly been moved to safe places. Under such circumstances, staying here any longer was meaningless.

He took a deep look at Elven Queen Azshara.

The Golden Dragon grinned, its scales shimmering brilliantly under the evening sunset, reflecting a fiery glow. Then, without any hesitation, it turned and left, flapping its wings and gradually disappearing from Queen Azshara's sight.