Di Jiang grew more disgusted the longer he looked at the dragon corpses.
"Zhu Rong, burn these Dragon Race corpses, or return them to the Dragon Race."
After giving it some thought, Ju Mang at his side could not help but speak.
"Better to return them to the Dragon Race. There is definitely something suspicious about this."
"Our Witch Clan has yet to involve itself in the Four Seas. We should not make enemies now, especially since the Demon Race has obtained the methods of a Quasi-Sage."
Hearing this, Di Jiang nodded.
Even a starving camel was bigger than a horse. If the Demon Race had done this—
It would provoke the Dragon Race's displeasure. Even weakened, the Dragon Race could still make their enemies miserable.
After nodding, Di Jiang summoned several Great Witches and had them carry the dragon corpses to the East Sea.
After entering the East Sea, Xingtian stood outside the Dragon Palace with a group of Witch Clan members behind him, each carrying dragon corpses.
The aquatic tribes within the Dragon Palace held their weapons at the ready, all aimed at the Witch Clan members.
Yet they did not dare attack rashly, nor did they know what the others intended.
Xingtian looked at the aquatic tribes and spoke directly.
"Tell your Dragon King to come out and see who killed these dragons. They were all dumped on our Witch Clan, stinking to high heaven. It's utterly revolting."
Upon hearing this, several aquatic creatures entered the Dragon Palace.
Then an angry roar rang out from within the Dragon Palace.
Yinglong flew out, glaring furiously at Great Witch Xingtian before him.
"Who did this?! Who killed my Dragon Race descendants?!"
Xingtian rubbed his head, looked at Yinglong, then at the dragon corpses.
"I don't know. I was merely ordered by the Ancestor Witches to return these corpses to your Dragon Race. As for who did it, we do not know."
With that, he directly brought the dragon corpses forward.
Yinglong looked at the corpses before him, his expression dark and unreadable.
Would the Witch Clan dare do this if they had not been responsible?
After thinking for a moment, it seemed possible.
Yet he could not help but remain suspicious.
Though the Witch Clan said so, there was no telling whether it was true.
After all, the Witch Clan and Demon Race were enemies now.
It was entirely possible for them to throw mud at each other.
"You may return. I will investigate this matter thoroughly."
After saying that, he took the dragon corpses and turned back into the Dragon Palace.
Xingtian watched the scene and turned to leave as well.
He felt a trace of dissatisfaction in his heart.
But there was nothing he could do. Yinglong was a Quasi-Sage.
For now, he truly could not afford to offend him.
Most importantly, he had yet to reach the Great Luo realm.
Even if he flew into a rage, the result would only be his death.
He might even drag the ordinary Witch Clan members he had brought along down with him.
That was absolutely impossible.
Yinglong carried the dragon corpses into the depths of the East Sea.
Within a sea trench stood a massive gateway deep beneath the ocean.
It was tranquil yet somewhat terrifying, with seaweed drifting everywhere like wandering ghosts.
The gateway was shaped like a dragon's head.
All manner of wails continuously sounded from within.
Upon listening closely, they were all dragon roars.
Yinglong glanced at the dragon corpses in his hands, then directly threw them into the gateway.
"I will certainly avenge you. Rest assured!"
After saying that, he flew outward.
Upon returning to the East Sea, he looked around before flying directly toward the South Sea.
He wanted to ask what exactly was going on.
How had his Dragon Race lost so many people?
They had merely been searching for something. So many clansmen had died, yet no one had noticed?
The hidden slaughter in the South Sea continued, though some traces had been discovered.
The East Sea Dragon King was no fool. He personally kept watch.
In the end, he discovered some suspicious signs.
The Witch Clan's aura could not be imitated.
After all, not just anyone could imitate the baleful aura and vital blood power surrounding them.
That baleful aura alone was not something just anyone could come into contact with.
If one touched it carelessly, one might end up dead.
Thus, the Witch Clan was a unique race.
And not everyone would notice such details.
After discovering the Demon Race's scheme, the East Sea Dragon King returned to the Dragon Palace.
The Dragon Kings gathered together, considering what they should do next.
At that moment, Yinglong also entered the Dragon Palace.
He sat in the seat of honor.
"Our Dragon Race has lost many clansmen. The Witch Clan has already returned the Dragon Race corpses to us."
The East Sea Dragon King bowed and said,
"We have already investigated this matter. It may have been the Demon Race's doing."
Hearing this, Yinglong's fury surged.
"The Demon Race again? Are these bastards determined to wipe out my Dragon Race completely?!"
After a moment, he looked toward the entire South Sea again.
"Enough. Have you found that Senior in the South Sea?"
Upon hearing this, several Dragon Kings froze, then shook their heads. They truly had not found him.
The South Sea Dragon King said worriedly,
"That senior seemed to have carved a formation onto the island some time ago, causing the island to vanish instantly."
"We have searched the entire South Sea, yet still have not found him."
Hearing this, Yinglong became somewhat anxious.
"If you cannot find him, what is the point of wasting time? Prepare to deal with the Demon Race. I refuse to believe they have no other plans."
Dragon Race members were still searching for their target in the South Sea.
"Where do you think this Great Power is?"
"Who knows? We've searched for so long and still haven't found him."
"Exactly. Could it be that he isn't here at all?"
"Of course he is in the South Sea, but it is the residence of an exalted expert. Naturally, it will not be easy to find."
"That's true. I saw it with my own eyes back then."
After saying that, they looked at the White Dragon Princess before them and could not help asking,
"Princess, we should return first. I heard things have not been peaceful here lately. If we remain here, something unexpected may happen."
The White Dragon Princess glared with her dragon eyes, yet continued searching tirelessly.
Just as she was about to act, a voice rang out.
"Oh? A Dragon Race princess. Looks like we've struck it rich this time."
Upon hearing the voice, all the dragons turned toward its source.
A group of bizarre-looking Demon Race members stood there, all looking at them mockingly.
Their gazes were like those directed at a group of playthings.
A great deal of killing intent was hidden in their eyes.
"You are members of the Demon Race. This is Dragon Race territory, so leave at once!"
One dragon stepped forward, shielding the White Dragon Princess behind him.
He then said,
"Princess, go! We'll hold these Demon Race members back!"
However, the Demon Race members laughed.
"Haha, Dragon Race territory? How ridiculous!"
"We are Heavenly Court soldiers. The entire Primordial World is under the Heavenly Emperor's rule. Where is this so-called Dragon Race territory?"
"Brothers, kill!"
With that, a group of Demon Soldiers charged out. They were all Grand Unity Immortals or Golden Immortals.
Their cultivation was not especially high, but the Dragon Race was even more pitiful at the moment.
As a group of dragons without even Golden Immortal cultivation tried to block them,
The White Dragon Princess prepared to fight, but then heard an angry roar.
"Princess, go! You are the hope of the Dragon Race. You cannot die here. Go!"
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