Demon Race Action, Dragon Race in Peril!

Di Jiang found the sight of those dragon corpses increasingly irritating.

"Zhu Rong, burn these Dragon Race corpses, or send them back to the Dragon Race."

Ju Mang, standing beside him, pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Better to return them to the Dragon Race. There must be something off about this."

"Our Witch Clan hasn't yet set foot in these Four Seas. It's not wise to make enemies now, especially since the Demon Race has obtained the Quasi-Sage method."

Hearing this, Di Jiang nodded.

A dying camel is still bigger than a horse. If the Demon Race was behind this, provoking the Dragon Race's displeasure—even if they were weak—could still cause trouble.

Di Jiang nodded and summoned several Great Witches, ordering them to take the dragon corpses to the East Sea.

Upon entering the East Sea, inside the Dragon Palace, Xingtian led a group of Witch Clan members, each carrying dragon corpses.

The water tribes in the Dragon Palace all held weapons, aimed at the Witch Clan.

But they dared not attack recklessly, unsure of the intruders' intentions.

Xingtian looked at these water tribes and spoke directly.

"Call your Dragon King out. Let him see who killed these. They were all dumped on our Witch Clan—stinking to high heaven, truly disgusting."

Hearing this, a few water tribesmen entered the Dragon Palace.

Then a roar of fury came from within.

Yinglong flew out, his eyes blazing with rage as he stared at the Great Witch Xingtian before him.

"Who did this?! Who killed my Dragon Race descendants?!"

Xingtian rubbed his head, looking at Yinglong, then at the dragon corpses.

"I don't know. I'm just following the Ancestor Witch's orders to return these corpses to your Dragon Race. As for who did it, we have no idea."

With that, he set the dragon corpses down.

Yinglong's eyes darkened as he looked at the bodies before him.

Could the Witch Clan really not be responsible?

After a moment's thought, it seemed possible.

But he couldn't help suspecting them.

The Witch Clan said so, but he wasn't sure if it was true.

After all, the Witch and Demon Clans were enemies right now.

Throwing shit at each other was entirely plausible.

"You may go. I will investigate this matter."

With that, he took the dragon corpses and turned back into the Dragon Palace.

Xingtian watched the scene, then turned and left.

A hint of resentment lingered in his heart.

But there was no helping it—that man was a Quasi-Sage.

For now, they truly couldn't afford to offend him.

The most critical point was that he hadn't even reached the Great Luo realm.

Even if he flew into a rage, the result would be his own fall.

And he'd drag the ordinary Witch Clan members he brought along with him.

That was absolutely out of the question.

Yinglong carried the dragon corpses deep into the East Sea.

Within a strait, a massive gate stood in the depths of the ocean.

Silence mingled with a hint of dread, and the drifting seaweed floated like ghosts.

The gate was shaped like a dragon's head.

From within came constant wails and howls.

Listening closely, they were all dragon roars.

Yinglong glanced at the dragon corpses in his hands, then cast them into the gate.

"Your vengeance will be avenged. Rest assured!"

With that, he flew outward.

Returning to the East Sea, he looked around, then flew straight toward the South Sea.

He needed to ask—what exactly was going on?

How had his Dragon Race lost so many of its people?

Just searching for something, and so many of their clansmen died without anyone noticing?

The slaughter hidden within the South Sea continued, but a few traces had finally been uncovered.

The East Sea Dragon King was no fool—he kept watch personally.

In the end, he did find something off.

The aura of the Witch Clan couldn't be faked.

After all, that full-body Sha Qi and blood energy weren't something just anyone could imitate.

Even the Sha Qi alone wasn't something anyone could touch.

If someone recklessly got involved with that, they'd likely end up dead.

So the Witch Clan was a unique race.

Not everyone paid attention to that detail.

Having uncovered the Demon Race's scheme, the East Sea Dragon King returned to the Dragon Palace.

All the Dragon Kings gathered together, pondering their next move.

Yinglong happened to enter the Dragon Palace at that moment as well.

He took the seat of honor.

"Our Dragon Race has lost many clansmen. The Witch Clan has already sent the dragon corpses back to us."

The East Sea Dragon King bowed deeply and reported.

"We've investigated this matter thoroughly—it may be the Demon Race's doing."

Hearing this, Yinglong burned with rage.

"The Demon Race again. Are these bastards really trying to wipe out the Dragon Race?"

After a brief pause, he turned his gaze back across the South Sea.

"Enough. In this South Sea, have you found that Senior?"

At this, the Dragon Kings all froze, then shook their heads—no, they truly hadn't.

The South Sea Dragon King spoke with some worry.

"That Senior seemed to have carved a formation on the Island a while back, causing it to vanish instantly."

"We've searched the entire South Sea by now, but still found nothing."

Hearing this, Yinglong grew a bit anxious.

"If you can't find him, then what's the point of wasting time? Prepare to deal with the Demon Race. I don't believe they have nothing else up their sleeves."

Within the South Sea, dragons were still searching for their target.

"Where do you think that Great Power is?"

"Who knows? We've been looking this long and still haven't found him."

"Right, maybe he's not even here?"

"He's definitely in the South Sea, but since it's a hermit's retreat, it's naturally hard to find."

"True. I saw it with my own eyes back then."

After saying this, one of them looked at the White Dragon Princess ahead and couldn't help asking.

"Princess, maybe we should head back. I hear it's been dangerous around here lately—if we stay too long, something might happen."

The White Dragon Princess glared with draconic fury, but still kept searching tirelessly.

Just as she was about to move, a voice rang out.

"Oh, a Dragon Princess, is it? Looks like we've hit the jackpot."

At the sound, all the dragons turned toward the source.

A group of grotesque Demon Race stood there, watching them with mockery.

Their gazes were like those aimed at playthings.

Beneath their eyes lurked no small amount of killing intent.

"You're the Demon Race. This is Dragon Race territory—leave at once!"

One dragon stepped forward, shielding the White Dragon Princess behind him.

Then he said, "Princess, go now. We'll hold them off."

The Demon Race only laughed.

"Hah, Dragon Race territory? Ridiculous!"

"We are Heavenly Soldiers of the Heavenly Court. All of the Primordial World is under the Heavenly Emperor's rule—what 'Dragon Race territory' do you speak of?"

"Brothers, kill!"

A group of Demon Soldiers charged out, all at the Grand Unity Immortal or Golden Immortal level.

Their cultivation wasn't very high, but the Demon Race at this time was even more pathetic.

The Dragon Race, lacking even a single Golden Immortal, tried to block them.

The White Dragon Princess was about to strike when she heard a furious roar.

"Princess, flee! You are the hope of the Dragon Race—you cannot die here. Get away!"