The name of the Purplegold Dragon Palace carried tremendous weight in these waters. It was like the regular army among the mortal human race: it held the richest territory and commanded the largest, best-equipped forces.
Beyond it, there were also rebellious factions, and the fighting between them had never ceased. Some of these factions occupied places with treacherous terrain, easy to defend and hard to attack; others had slipped in under the intentional or unintentional tolerance of rival powers.
The Demon Race was unruly and hard to tame, divided among different species that clashed even more fiercely with one another. Their conflicts were far more frequent than those among mortals of the human race. Even in the same stretch of sea, fighting broke out every day.
Even if the Purplegold Dragon Palace lost many Void God and Spirit Transformation demons in battle, it could recruit more in the blink of an eye. In this boundless demon sea, what was never in short supply was the rich spiritual energy between heaven and earth—and demons roaming everywhere.
Those who could not be brought under its banner would naturally keep fighting, whether to seize treasures that could help them advance or for any number of other reasons.
A man clad in green armor, his face adorned with many green threads and his appearance extremely fearsome, stood with his hands behind his back on a reef barely a few dozen yards across. The deep-blue demon sea rolled beneath him, and flying fish occasionally leaped from the water. Sea eagles and all manner of demonic birds wheeled through the sky.
Suddenly, a massive whirlpool surged up in the sea, whose waves had until then been relatively calm. From its depths emerged a golden dorsal fin, like a shark's. A demonic beast with a carp's head