The enormous black dragon stretched across the sky, its black scales gleaming with a metallic luster. Like a colossal shadow blotting out the heavens, it shrouded the skies above the Black Demon Flood Dragon Clan's territory.
The dragon's might was as heavy as a mountain, crushing every member of the Black Demon Flood Dragon Clan until they could barely breathe.
It had nothing to do with cultivation or realm—this was an overwhelming suppression of bloodline!
A sigh suddenly rang out. From the deepest part of the Black Demon Flood Dragon Clan's territory, an aged figure suddenly appeared.
"Dragon Lord, you have come from afar. Why frighten these descendants of mine?"
"Why not come in for a talk?"
His tone carried a trace of age and gravitas.
"It's the Ancestor's voice."
Upon hearing it, the Black Demon Flood Dragon Clan members all turned to look toward the deepest part of their territory.
The enormous black dragon's eyes opened and closed as it stared fixedly into the depths of the Black Demon Flood Dragon Clan's territory. Then it gave an easy laugh. "That is precisely my intention."
The moment his words fell, the enormous dragon shadow vanished.
In the deepest part of the Black Demon Flood Dragon Clan's territory, an additional tall, powerfully built figure appeared.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he strolled as though wandering through a garden, surveying the sights in the depths of the clan's territory.
The innate demon qi here was abundant, giving birth to quite a few rare spiritual roots.
Yet he merely glanced at them before quickly withdrawing his gaze. To ordinary Demon Cultivators, these spiritual roots might be rare treasures seen only once in several centuries, but in his eyes, they were nothing more than a pile of trash.
Before long, he entered