Afterward, Yellow Dragon left Yuxu Palace, seething with anger.
He couldn't understand why, though he was also a direct disciple, his master Yuanshi was so indifferent to the calamity that had befallen his mother's clan.
"The Chan Teachings have no one."
"Then I, Yellow Dragon, will go help them myself."
A look of determination flashed through Yellow Dragon's eyes.
In his view, if his sect wouldn't help, then he would go on his own.
"Roar!"
The next moment, a mournful dragon's roar rang out above Yuxu Palace.
When they looked again, Yellow Dragon had transformed into a streak of light and was heading straight for the battlefield in the East Sea.
The battlefield in the East Sea.
The Dragon Clan warriors fought desperately to hold their ground.
But the Demon Race's army had overwhelming numbers and countless powerful fighters.
Before long, countless Dragon Clan warriors had fallen.
Moreover, the Demon Race had three Quasi-Saint-level Yao Gods, including Star Yao God, overseeing the battle.
The Dragon Clan army's lines, which had been prepared for battle, began to crumble before the Demon Race's overwhelming might.
Across the vast sea, the bodies of Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals floated like mountains. Blood stained the ocean an endless crimson.
Seeing countless corpses bobbing in the blood-red waves, the many powerful Primordial Wilderness experts watching from the shadows could not help but sigh.
"Alas..."
"Isn't the Dragon Clan bringing this on themselves?"
"They know they can't win, so why fight?"
"Are they trying to preserve the Dragon Clan's last shred of dignity?"
"..."
Just then, a thunderous sound of something breaking through the air rang out above the East Sea.
A moment later, Yellow Dragon True Person arrived alone, charging into the fray.
"Dragon King!"
"I've come to help you!"
Yellow Dragon True Person