[Dragon God...]
When Ao Ze caught that word, his eyelid twitched. The Dragon Clan naturally could not be unfamiliar with the words "Dragon God."
Take the North Sea Dragon Clan, for example. His father, the North Sea Dragon King, had told him from childhood that they were descendants of the Dragon God.
This had made Ao Ze even prouder to the bone.
Now that he heard the word, he instinctively gave Bolevin another careful look.
Deep down, Ao Ze did not believe that the fellow before him—who, strictly speaking, could not even be considered a member of the Dragon Clan—was a servant of the Dragon God.
But since the other party could utter those two words, he must know something.
At the same time, it had unconsciously reminded him of the purpose of this journey.
He had led his troops out this time with their ancestral positioning compass, seeking the inheritance left behind by their ancestors.
Yet for some unknown reason, the positioning compass had suddenly stopped working, leaving them lost at sea for a time.
Now they had discovered a sea region where large numbers of humans had appeared. There were even creatures in these waters that seemed to carry traces of their Dragon Clan bloodline, and they had heard the words "Dragon God."
This inevitably led Ao Ze to make many associations, and his expression immediately turned stern.
"Tell me everything you know!"
At that moment, under the unabashed pressure of Ao Ze's Dragon Might, Bolevin was sweating profusely.
In terms of strength, Bolevin, a Saint Realm Mage, was not afraid of the other party at all. But the intimidation originating from his bloodline instincts made it impossible for Bolevin to summon even the slightest thought of resistance.
Just managing not to collapse had already exhausted all his