The Cyan Dragon, stretching over a thousand ters, hovered more than a hundred ters above the sea floor, not in a hurry to go down.
It was unclear whether he was giving Yang Yuan and the others ti to see the Dragon Palace Fortress clearly, or if he himself was hesitating.
After endless years, although most of the shrimp-soldiers and crab-generals died after a ten-thousand-year lifespan, a few were lucky enough to consu longevity treasures by chance.
Accumulated little by little, over endless years, the Dragon Palace Fortress has amassed a staggering number of shrimp-soldiers and crab-generals.
Although this is not the ancestral land of the Dragon Race, it is rely the Dragon Palace Fortress.
But having been born and raised here, this place is his ho.
Over endless years, it would be impossible to say he feels no emotion here.
However, to rescue the father king, these shrimp-soldiers and crab-generals must die.
Indeed, possibly over eighty percent need to die; otherwise, the father king cannot break free from the seal.
And taking advantage of this ti, Yang Yuan and the others hurriedly observed the Dragon Palace Fortress from high above.
This Dragon Palace Fortress is truly enormous.
Even Yang Yuan now, who is at the early Earth Level and has extraordinary vision.
Still cannot see the edges, unable to discern at a glance just how large this Dragon Palace Fortress is.
From the exterior appearance—
This Dragon Palace Fortress is not tall; even the deepest buildings are only about a hundred ters high.
The other parts are the sa, even the city walls are barely fifty ters high.
But the width is extrely exaggerated, extending endlessly on both sides, seemingly completely separating the land direction and the deep sea.
Besides, the scenery here is quite beautiful.
Perhaps because over endless years, wars have ceased.
This fortress must have been repaired, without any overly obvious war marks.
Therefore, it looks extrely splendid, like a fairy-tale world Dragon Palace.
Zhao Jiayan, Jiang Yiyi, and other female Superpower Users looked lost in thought.
"Worthy of the word ’fortress’." Yang Yuan exclaid emotionally.
And others, except Tai Lang who had been here once before, were too shocked to speak.
Because they all saw, the shrimp-soldiers and crab-generals inside the Dragon Palace Fortress stretched as far as the eye could see.
Many shrimp-soldiers and crab-generals had already knocked off the crab shells from their necks, now staring expressionlessly in this direction.
The oppressive atmosphere made everyone extrely uncomfortable, including Yang Yuan.
Soone instinctively swallowed, wondering if they would be fighting those monsters?
Won’t they be overwheld at once?
They were so few, and their strength seed diocre; even though the City Lord is powerful, he can’t kill that many, right?
Perhaps those shrimp-soldiers and crab-generals could literally drown them with one spit each.
...
A gigantic bird seemingly made entirely of flas spanned over nine hundred ters, soaring through the sky, with each flap of its wings spanning over a hundred miles.
And on the ground, a sword-bearing figure stepped with a seemingly ordinary stride, yet moved ten miles in a step, crossing countless mountains and rivers in re minutes.
This is the power of a being that has lingered at Earth’s Limit for hundreds of thousands of years.
"You follow one more ti, and I’ll cut you down with one slash, believe it or not?"
Russell said coldly.
Though she was of the Luo Race, reputed as being unmatched in slaughter, she was still female and possessed a sense of sha.
Being stared at straightforwardly for several minutes would indeed incite her anger.
If soone said the person was attracted to her, that would be nonsense.
They’re all ancient beings, having long surpassed emotional perturbation phases.
They’ve practically extended their lineages across countless generations.
Except for situations like Ao Wuming’s, where only one free mber of a race remains.
"I just want to ask, why do you stop from saying the Power of Creation is the source of Creation Continent?"
Huo Mangfeng could no longer withstand it, asking the question.
The two were communicating through a special thod, with voices arriving in real ti without delay.
"It’s said that the Spirit Race Fire Division is hot-tempered and lacks brains, and it really doesn’t wrong you,"
Russell responded coldly.
"Screw you, old man just doesn’t like to think!"
Huo Mangfeng was furious, despising being called brainless.
The Rock Race is brainless, while the Spirit Race Fire Division at least belongs to the Elf Race, fundantally different from truly brainless races.
Russell found it pointless to argue, directly stating, "The Human Race was once the master of Creation Continent. If they knew our actions might lead to the continent’s collapse, what do you think City Lord Yang would do?"
"Of course, he’d stop us imdiately... Damn, that’s it!"
Huo Mangfeng realized suddenly.
Russell continued, "Even if he doesn’t stop us imdiately, he could still cause obstacles. The Human Race’s heritage far exceeds any race’s imagination; you can never underestimate humans."
"You needn’t say; it’s evident by the Human Race’s freedom of movent,"
Huo Mangfeng acknowledged, albeit stubbornly. "I’ve known for a long ti. Among all our races, only a scant few can freely operate outside, or only ones beneath Earth Level can leave ancestral lands. But humans can freely roam outside; strange indeed."
Especially, humans manage to construct Earth Level cities in this era, which is bizarre.
He attributed this trait to Human Race’s heritage.
Saying this, he couldn’t help but ask, "Speaking of which, where exactly is the Human Race’s ancestral land? Was the original ancestral land also destroyed, perhaps long buried underground?"
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