After Ye Lin finished speaking, Li Xiaoyao silently stepped in front of Wang Tian and Bao Xiaotou.
He trusted Ye Lin unconditionally. If Ye Lin said there was danger, then there was danger.
Seeing this, Gu Qingzhi and the others behind Ye Lin also became alert. Though they did not know what was happening, they believed Ye Lin would never raise a false alarm for no reason.
Suddenly, the previously calm sea began to surge. The waters in every direction churned, and powerful auras rose from the depths of the ocean.
"You lot move quite fast. I nearly failed to catch up with you."
At that moment, a middle-aged man in a gray robe stood in the air with a faint smile, his eyes fixed on Ye Lin's group.
At the same time, countless enormous dragons soared into the sky, surrounding Ye Lin's group at the center. Every pair of eyes was filled with killing intent.
"Senior, what is the meaning of this...?"
Holding the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, Ye Lin looked at the middle-aged man before him. Though the meaning was already obvious, he would first stall for time and make some preparations.
"My apologies. You entered the territory of my East Sea Dragon Clan without permission. Whether intentional or not, it is still a crime."
"By the order of our clan's Third Young Master, I have come to seize you and bring you back to answer for your crimes."
"Do not make pointless resistance. This is the territory of our East Sea Dragon Clan. No matter how powerful you are, do you truly think you can escape from here?"
The middle-aged man spoke with a faint smile. The dragons around them began to roar, and the clear sky abruptly darkened.
Thunder rumbled within the heavy clouds,