A low, lingering sigh!
It seemed to bear the weight of ten thousand years, echoing through his heart.
Then Demon Venerable Nether Sea slowly suppressed the turbulent, tide-like complexities in his heart.
The next moment!
He slowly raised his head. A pair of bone-chilling eyes, like two tangible blades, swept coldly over Demon Venerable Myriad Souls and the surrounding old Spirit Transformation monsters whose flickering gazes concealed ill intent.
"Hmph!"
That cold snort carried supreme majesty, making the old monsters feel a chill of fear in their hearts.
This was the might of a mid-stage Spirit Transformation expert!
"What?
Could it be that you all think my Golden Flood Dragon Clan has become fish on the chopping block, to be slaughtered at will?"
His voice abruptly rose, containing an immense pressure that brooked no doubt.
"Even if I intend to leave... tell me, who among you can stop me?"
Every word rang like metal, each one striking the ground with force!
The overbearing aura of one long seated in high position, surveying all beneath him with disdain, instantly spread outward. Even the air seemed to freeze solid.
Seeing this, several Spirit Transformation demon Venerables of the Golden Flood Dragon Clan could not help but show a trace of barely perceptible delight in their eyes.
Had Ancestor Nether Sea changed his mind? Was he no longer planning to follow them to their "deaths"?
At this thought—
The Golden Flood Dragon Clan's Spirit Transformation demon Venerables exchanged knowing glances, and the taut strings in their hearts loosened slightly.
They even felt a faint sense of relief.
However, That relief lasted only an instant—
Then Demon Venerable Nether Sea's icy face melted like spring snow, and in an instant his tone became calm and gentle.
Even carrying a trace of undeniable frankness, he