Chapter： 168 he looked inside the red dragon's Dragon's Lair.
Brian's eyes flickered, and he folded his Dragon Wings, flying into the red dragon's Dragon's Lair.
The walls and floor of this Nest were blackish-brown in texture, with sporadic obsidian embedded around, reflecting a faint glow. The temperature inside the Dragon's Lair was at least a hundred degrees Celsius, making it impossible for ordinary creatures to survive here.
The red dragon's eyes shifted, staring intently at Brian, and it said decisively, "As I thought, you're not a silver dragon, and you can't be a white dragon."
In its understanding, neither a silver dragon nor a white dragon would want to enter its Dragon's Lair. The temperature here was too high for cold-loving silver and white dragons, making them extremely uncomfortable.
Brian didn't answer the red dragon but instead changed the subject, "Don't waste time. Hand over all the treasures you took from Mocha Principality."
As he spoke, he looked inside the red dragon's Dragon's Lair.
To his surprise, he found a large lava pool inside, big enough to accommodate a super-sized True Dragon. The pool was filled with boiling lava, bubbling with bright molten bubbles.
The high temperature caused the air above to ripple and distort.
Noticing Brian's gaze, the red dragon said somewhat proudly, "Want to take a lava bath? I spent a lot of effort creating this lava pool. It's a pleasure to swim in it when I have nothing else to do."
After a pause, the red dragon looked Brian up and down, its eyes filled with provocation, and said sarcastically, "Oh, by the way, if you don't have the ability, don't even think about taking a lava bath. Your silver dragon scales wouldn't look good if they got burned red."
The red dragon had a strong competitive spirit. Unable to defeat Brian, it wanted to regain some face in other ways.
Brian looked at the lava pool, estimating that his resistance to fire was certainly not weaker than the red dragon's.
After a brief thought, Brian glanced at the red dragon and said in a nonchalant tone, "Do you think only red dragons can bathe in lava?"
The red dragon sneered and retorted, "What else? Why don't you give it a try?"
It was convinced that no matter what kind of dragon the silver dragon in front of it was, it couldn't be a red dragon; otherwise, it would have been able to tell.
Different True Dragons had their own specialized immunities and resistances. If it wasn't a red dragon, bathing in lava would be very dangerous.
Lava at over a thousand degrees Celsius could melt some low-melting-point metals, and even a True Dragon's body couldn't withstand it for long.
Seeing the red dragon's confident expression, an idea formed in Brian's mind.
In the environment of the semi-plane of lava, his minions from the far northern Ice Field would struggle to be effective. With nearly a billion square kilometers to manage, he needed suitable subordinates and minions to act as his extended hands and feet.
The semi-plane of lava was a paradise for fire and earth elements, with a scorching and dry environment that few creatures could adapt to.
However, the red dragon, which loved high-temperature environments, would be perfectly suited to live in the semi-plane of lava.
The red dragon would thrive in the semi-plane of lava even more than in the Prime Material Plane.
