Coiled Dragon Island

From far away, Zhao Han sized up Coiled Dragon Island and Coiled Dragon Mountain.

Coiled Dragon Island was quite large, about five thousand square kilometers.

It wasn't a particularly large island, but it wasn't small either; it was about the size of an ordinary prefecture-level city.

The island's most striking feature was Coiled Dragon Mountain, which twisted like a coiled pile of dung. Besides that, there were various low hills.

Although Coiled Dragon Mountain was, as a whole, a dragon's corpse, it was missing the most important and valuable parts: the dragon's head, horns, heart, claws, and tail.

They had probably been taken away for some other use, leaving behind only a vast dragon corpse coiled here to intimidate the Demon Race.

There were medium-sized ports and towns along the coast. Most of the people living here were Martial Artists, with few ordinary folk.

When the crowd saw Zhao Han flying in with Zhao Si, they paid them no attention and showed no wariness.

Mainly because they had come from the west. They were most likely here to reinforce Coiled Dragon Island after receiving the news, only they were too late.

Zhao Han landed on Coiled Dragon Mountain, then put on an act and asked a young Martial Artist beside him:

"Brother, do you know where the sea dragons are now? I have old and new scores to settle with them, and I'm willing to help wipe them out."

The young Martial Artist shook his head.

"You're too late. A sea vessel called the Genggu was attacked by the sea dragons earlier. The magical treasure aboard sent out a distress message, and many powerful experts have already rushed over."

"With their strength, the sea dragons will be leaving behind corpses unless they run fast."

"You won't be of any help