After the Immeasurable Kalpa, the Dragon Clan had declined. Of the Dragon Guards who had survived, only a little over thirty remained.
They had originally followed Zhu Long and recuperated within the East Sea Abyss, but now they had no choice but to mobilize.
Outside the Dragon Palace, the tides surged.
More than thirty Dragon Guards assembled the surviving old dragons who had experienced the Dragon-Han Cataclysm, along with the Aquatic Race of the Four Seas still willing to follow the Dragon Clan, and formed ranks to await orders.
These Aquatic Races were, for the most part, old retainers who had once followed the Dragon Clan.
After all, the new generation of scaled races had long since pledged allegiance to the Demon Race and did not obey the Dragon Clan's commands at all.
Zhu Long slowly straightened his hunched back. His figure was imposing, and the lingering intense light in his dragon pupils burned fiercely.
The Dragon Emperor Sword flew from its sheath in his hand, its sword hum shaking the waves of the Four Seas until they rolled backward in unison.
Zhu Long raised his head and let out a long dragon's roar. Vast and tragic, it shot into the nine heavens and deafened all who heard it.
"Warriors! Let those ignorant youngsters hear once more the dragon's roar that once shook the Primordial Wilderness! Fight for the glory of the Dragon Clan and the Four Seas!"
As his words fell, the Aquatic Race sounded ancient horns, their thunderous blare piercing through the sea area.
The Dragon Guards and old dragons revealed their true forms. Their Dragon's Roars surged into the sky, startling the heavens and churning the waves of the East Sea.
Though the Dragon Clan's remaining army numbered less than a ten-thousandth of what it had in