At these words, both the human cultivators and demon race members present were stunned.
Xuan Jiao himself was at the fifth-order peak. Anyone he respectfully called ancestor, whether in strength or age, had to far surpass him.
Xuan Jiao and the other Great Demon Kings had begun hibernating over ten thousand years ago, when Fifth-order spiritual energy vanished.
They had only awakened after spiritual power recovered.
For a fifth-tier demonic beast to endure more than ten thousand years was already near its limit.
Those far older than Xuan Jiao could only be Sixth-order Demon Beasts.
The gap between human Nascent Soul Cultivators and Spirit Transformation cultivators was like heaven and earth; the demon race was no different.
As everyone was speculating, towering waves surged across the sea.
As the waves neared Linhai Prefecture, the shallower seabed raised them higher.
By the time they reached the shore, they were already more than ten li tall.
The seawater surged ashore, sweeping across nearly a hundred li of coastline.
Ever since Wang Daoyuan had begun setting traps for the demon race, the ordinary clansmen of Linhai Prefecture had begun relocating inland.
Anything that could be moved had already been moved, so the losses were not great.
But there were still many immovable enterprises along the coast. With this wave crashing over them, those properties were utterly destroyed.
After the great wave reached land, a black dragon head emerged from its crest, indistinguishable from that of a true dragon.
As the waves receded, the dragon species revealed its full form.
Its head and neck were exactly the same as a true dragon's. Each of its four claws bore five toes, and its tail was covered in thick mane.
Unfortunately, it carried a tortoise shell on its back, one identical to that of a Netherwater