The Demon King shook his head and said, "How would I know such a confidential matter? This is the top secret of our Demon Court, and I estimate that no more than ten people know about it."
"I really want to see what the head of the Military Armant Departnt looks like, such a treasure is indeed very useful." The little demon said with a laugh, holding the Treasure Mirror in his hand.
"That’s right, this item is the best in the Three Realms, our own treasure of the Demon Clan, even the Heavenly Court doesn’t have it. With it, I can show those whelps of the Dragon Clan how fearso we are," the Demon King said with a confident smile.
As he saw the red dot gradually approaching, he began to organize his troops, calling up the resting monsters.
The wind outside grew even stronger, as the fierce wind swept the waves, forcefully hitting the coast and emitting a series of roars that reverberated across the sky.
The oppressive dark clouds seed to press down on the ground, as countless animals and seabirds, terrified, trembled and hid in their nests, not daring to co out.
The Demon Clan’s army quickly assembled, the people cursing as they were forced to fight in such weather, utterly unbearable.
The experiences of being harassed over many days filled them with rage, and at that mont, they were like a powder keg, a single spark could set off a massive explosion.
Ao Ming, leading a group from the Aquatic Races, slowly approached the territory of the Demon Clan.
The surroundings were deadly silent, with only naive fish and shrimp swimming by. Seeing this, Ao Ming frowned and muttered to himself, "What’s going on today? Why is it so quiet?"
You should know that in previous encounters, the Demon Clan was always ready for a fight, with countless scouts roaming the waters, not letting any clue slip by. Each of Ao Ming’s infiltrations felt as thrilling as a roller coaster ride.
But today, it was too quiet. Not a single monster could be seen around, as if the Demon Clan had abandoned patrolling this mariti area altogether.
Based on Ao Ming’s understanding of the Demon Clan, it was impossible for them to give up so easily, so he instantly raised his vigilance to the maximum.
"Everyone, pay close attention, keep a close watch on our surroundings," Ao Ming commanded in a deep voice.
"Your Highness, have you noticed sothing amiss?" the deputy general next to him asked vigilantly.
After scanning the surroundings, Ao Ming continued, "Don’t you think it’s too quiet in this mariti area today?"
The deputy general also furrowed his brow and said, "It is indeed a bit too quiet, but considering that today a storm is hitting, these water-averse creatures from the Demon Clan are probably hiding inside their Cave Mansions, not daring to co out."
The deputy general voiced his thoughts, but his alertness heightened, and he kept observing his surroundings.
However, no matter how cautious they were, they could not see a single trace of a monster around.
As ti passed, Ao Ming and his companions gradually let their guard down. Not a single monster was visible; it was very likely that the enemy had truly abandoned this place, otherwise, why would there be no patrolling monsters at all?
Thinking this, a joyful smile appeared on Ao Ming’s face, today’s rit seed certain for him.
Crack, a bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating the dim sea with a flash, as the long-brewing storm arrived.
The wind howled fiercely and the rain poured down, thunder echoed through heaven and earth, and the sea, at this mont, displayed its most ferocious side. Terrifying waves, carrying the force of thousands of pounds, crashed onto the shore, making a deafening roar.
Amidst this natural disaster, Ao Ming led the Aquatic Races as they slowly clambered onto the shore and, under the cover of the stormy night, charged towards the encampnt of the Demon Clan’s army.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, its brilliance casting a sinister glow on their faces.
At this mont, their killing intent was unrestrained, with the Demon Clan’s camp only a stone’s throw away.
A look of surprise flashed across Ao Ming’s face; he had not expected this infiltration to be so easy, having so effortlessly reached the outskirts of the Demon Clan’s camp.
In his heart, he muttered, "Today should be the day I establish an extraordinary rit."
The Demon Clan’s camp before him was like a piece of fat at laid out in front of him, and he found it hard to restrain the impulse in his heart, waving his arm gently, signaling the Aquatic Races to charge into the camp.
The others were also excited, as this was an enormous rit laid before them. If they could succeed, they might beco famous throughout the Three Realms—no one could resist such a temptation.
At this mont, their desires were magnified to the max.
With hearts pounding with excitent, the Aquatic Races, holding sharp blades, charged into the Demon Clan’s camp only to find it eerily silent, not a sound to be heard. One of them felt sothing was amiss and quickly rushed into the main tent, only to find it completely empty as well.
He instantly sensed sothing was off—it was clearly a deserted camp.
Ao Ming also realized sothing was amiss at this ti, and he hurriedly gave the order, "Sothing’s not right, retreat quickly!"
Just as they were about to pull back, a noise ca from all directions. All they saw was a Demon King with a Leopard Head holding a Wolf Fang Club, who said with a smile, "I’ve been expecting you for a while!"
After speaking, he gestured with his hand, and countless Demon Clan soldiers rushed forward, the cries of battle instantly filling the entire tent.
By then, Ao Ming knew he had fallen into a trap. Without a mont’s hesitation, he roared fiercely towards the sky, transforming into his True Dragon form, preparing to charge into the Demon Army.
At the sa ti, a loud roar filled the Demon ranks, and a Green Flood Dragon was seen spiraling in the sky, its cold eyes staring at Ao Ming.
"Traitor of the Dragon Clan!" Ao Ming shouted angrily.
The Green Flood Dragon rely laughed, "I never said I was one of your Dragon Clan, plus you never regarded as one."
Being of a mixed Bloodline like him, even if he successfully transford into a Jiao, it was difficult to be accepted by the Dragon Clan, being considered a second-class mber; hence, the Green Flood Dragon had long left the Dragon Clan to join the Demon Court.
However, for Ao Ming, the fact that the Green Flood Dragon carried the Dragon Clan’s Bloodline but had joined the embrace of the Demon Court represented a blatant betrayal; thus, in a fit of jealousy, he launched a fierce attack towards him.
The Green Flood Dragon wasn’t flustered at all. Though his Bloodline wasn’t pure, the combat strength in the Three Realms wasn’t a competition of Bloodlines. Compared to the sowhat immature Ao Ming, the Green Flood Dragon appeared much more cunning.
Both were fighting in their true forms, but every move of the Green Flood Dragon was about simplifying complexity. His seemingly ordinary attacks harbored the most lethal techniques.
A single misstep could lead to injury.
Ao Ming, after all, wasn’t soone like the Green Flood Dragon, who had fought his way up from the bottom, and gradually he began to lose.
This made the proud Ao Ming sowhat unable to accept it. From his childhood, he had been known as a prodigy. Even among such a powerful Race as the Dragon Clan, he was an outstanding individual among the younger generation; therefore, his heart was prideful, proud both of his strength and his Bloodline.
Yet, facing the Green Flood Dragon, a traitor with an impure Bloodline, he seed sowhat at a loss, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and his movents were even more fierce.
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