Two Flood Dragons clashed in the sky, their battle causing a torrential rain to pour down, throwing Heaven and Earth into chaos.
The surrounding Aquatic Races and Monsters hastily scattered in all directions to avoid being accidentally injured by the two.
As dragons fight in the wild, their blood runs black and yellow.
The black and yellow hue of Dragon Blood drifted all around, enticing countless creatures to scramble for it—this was the Blood of True Dragon. As long as one could withstand it, they could transform into a Dragon Beast overnight, and their potential would be boundless thereafter.
Even though these creatures had not yet developed intelligence, they instinctively knew to seek good fortune and avoid disaster.
Below the two combatants, a banquet of slaughter was unfolding.
The Aquatic Races, once out of the sea, saw their combat strength sharply diminished, and faced difficulties resisting the converging forces of the Demon Clan’s grand army.
Screams of agony rose and fell in waves, both sides locked in battle amid the glaring light of thunder, the rainwater mingling with the shed blood, turning the whole land crimson.
In the sky, Ao Ming witnessed all that unfolded below, his heart pounding with urgency—this was all of his capital, and he couldn’t afford to lose it all here.
He opened his gaping maw, and from within, a bolt of lightning shot forth, instantly blasting a hole in the Demon Clan’s camp.
"Break through!" Ao Ming roared loudly.
At his command, countless mbers of the Aquatic Races surged towards the newly created gap.
At that mont, their will to survive endowed them with imnse strength, sweeping away their previous despondency.
Seeing this, the Demon King bellowed, "Don’t let a single one escape, today I’ll annihilate all of them myself."
The grand army of the Demon Clan howled as they charged forward to intercept the escaping Aquatic Races.
The carnage continued—this night was destined to be restless.
Seeing his own Aquatic Races being slaughtered, Ao Ming was filled with boundless rage. These were the troops he had carefully trained, honed through battles, now capable of holding their own.
But now, due to his own mistake, his forces were trapped, innurable soldiers slaughtered. To the proud Ao Ming, this was an unthinkable failure.
With anger in his heart, his attacks grew even fiercer. He was determined to vent all his fury onto the Green Flood Dragon before him.
The Green Flood Dragon glanced at his furious and frustrated expression, revealing a hint of a sly smile.
To be young and impatient. He could barely tolerate this minor hardship, not realizing how soone like himself had once coped with the fall of the Demon Court.
Ao Ming, angry and impatient, while the Green Flood Dragon appeared to handle the battle with ease, effortlessly diffusing Ao Ming’s attacks with each move.
Intensity is not sustainable, and after a succession of aggressive attacks, Ao Ming showed signs of faltering. The experienced Green Flood Dragon caught onto his opponent’s shift and intensified his own attacks.
Ao Ming felt as if his opponent had suddenly changed his style of combat—previously appearing to retreat constantly, but now he was pressing and aggressive, with a killer intent flowing through every move.
This dramatic shift left Ao Ming sowhat at a loss, pushed back step by step.
At this juncture, the Green Flood Dragon’s earlier energy-conserving tactics manifested their advantage. Ao Ming felt the opponent’s attacks growing heavier and heavier, while his own strength seed unable to connect, his actions becoming progressively slower.
Before he knew it, the Green Flood Dragon’s claws had raked across his body, leaving a very deep wound from which even the white bone could faintly be seen.
"Ao!" Ao Ming let out a wretched scream that echoed far and wide, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
The acute pain seed to ignite Ao Ming’s inner ferocity as he began to circle and dance in the pouring rain, with countless bolts of lightning falling from his body, turning the entire world into a silvery expanse.
Seeing this, the Green Flood Dragon very sensibly stepped back a few paces, letting Ao Ming vent his fury unchecked. He knew that engaging Ao Ming in battle at this ti would only lead to needless injury, and such an attack couldn’t possibly last long with Ao Ming’s level of strength.
As expected, as ti went by, Ao Ming’s fierce attacks gradually subsided, leaving him in human form, gasping for breath as he looked at the Green Flood Dragon, his eyes filled with a look of utter despair.
He was at the end of his rope; the previous violent attacks had exhausted all his mana, and blood still oozed incessantly from the wound left by the Green Flood Dragon. He no longer had the strength to escape.
The Demon King had already killed most of the Aquatic Races; the survivors had fled into the depths of the sea. Wisely, he stopped his pursuit. The ocean was the ho turf of those Aquatic Races, and rushing in recklessly could lead to mishaps.
Looking at Ao Ming who was too weak to resist, a smile appeared on the Demon King’s face as he said, "Ha ha, who would have thought I’d catch such a big fish today."
Having clashed many tis before, the Demon King naturally recognized Ao Ming; he was a current power figure in the Dragon Clan and the strongest among the Allied Armies of the Four Seas. Defeating him here would deal a trendous blow to the morale of the Dragon Clan.
Ao Ming was well aware of the Demon King’s intentions; sha and anger rose in his heart. He took pride in being a powerhouse of the younger generation within the Dragon Clan, yet here he was, about to be disgraced, his lifeti of fa possibly ruined in an instant.
With this thought, a bitter smile appeared on Ao Ming’s face; he was ready to take his own life rather than suffer humiliation at the hands of the Demon Clan.
Just then, a bright light suddenly flashed across the sky, and a massive landscape painting appeared in mid-air.
The painting depicted ocean waves in a tumultuous surge, incredibly lifelike.
"What is this?" asked the Demon King, puzzled. This object looked anything but ordinary.
The Green Flood Dragon’s expression changed slightly at the sight, and he imdiately soared into the sky, his body surrounded by a graceful flow of water. Endless currents of water revolved around him, making him look like an Immortal or God.
This display of Water Law was breathtaking, even Ao Ming looked on in amazent; he had no idea the Green Flood Dragon had been hiding his true power all this ti.
At that mont, the terrifying waves in the landscape painting transford from illusion to reality, as endless ocean waves carrying formidable power descended from the sky, attacking the desolate island where the Demon Clan was located.
The imnse force, like the overturning of an ocean, filled many monsters’ hearts with a sense of hopelessness.
The Green Flood Dragon dared not to be careless in this situation; although the Demon King on the scene was a formidable fighter, his aptitude in water was diocre at best. With no effective way to confront these catastrophic waves, he was at a disadvantage.
Mana surged through his body, and the torrential water under his control began to flow outward, creating a protective cocoon around all the Demon Clan mbers.
The entire desolate island seed to be enveloped by the ocean from all sides, making it appear, from a distance, like a beautiful glass ornant.
Ao Ming, too, watched the scene before him in stunned silence, not knowing who was intervening behind the scenes.
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in the waters, grabbed Ao Ming by the shoulder, and pulled him into the depths.
"Where do you think you’re going!" the Demon King roared, about to give chase, but it was too late; once he plunged into the water, the other party had already vanished without a trace.
Soon, the water that had poured down from the sky began to recede slowly, controlled by the Green Flood Dragon.
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