It hadn't been long before the East Sea Dragon Clan's waters were packed with a dense army of dragons.
Many powerful figures in the Primordial Wilderness had caught sight of this scene.
"What?"
"The Dragon Clan is assembling its forces?"
"With a show of strength like that, are they planning to fight the Demon Race to the death?"
"The Dragon Clan was one of the ancient overlords, after all. Though they've fallen into decline, they still have some reserves."
"A centipede may die, but it never falls apart."
"The Four Seas Dragon Clan has assembled its forces. I didn't expect the Dragon Clan to be so united."
"Looks like the Demon Race will have to lose a few teeth if they want to swallow the Dragon Clan whole."
"It's a pity the Dragon Clan lacks top-tier fighters. In the end... they'll probably still be unable to resist the Demon Race."
"..."
The powerful figures discussed the matter among themselves.
They had initially thought that when faced with the Demon Race's invading army, the Four Seas Dragon Clan would choose to compromise, retreat, and submit to the Demon Race.
But who could have guessed that the Dragon Clan would begin assembling its forces, as if preparing to wage war against the Demon Race?
Of course, the unity of the Four Seas Dragon Clan was moving.
But everyone knew that compared with the Demon Race, which was at the height of its power, the Dragon Clan was nowhere near as strong.
Even if they fought with all their might, it would probably be futile in the end.
Before long, the skies above the East Sea Dragon Clan's territory changed dramatically.
The once-clear heavens were suddenly swallowed by boundless demonic clouds descending from the highest reaches of the sky, casting a gloomy