The East Sea Dragon Clan, is it? I'll remember this debt.
"Hahaha, Ao Lie, you can't cut it either. Tangled up here by a few little worms, unable to move—you really are old and useless now."
"If you ask me, you should hurry up and vacate that elder's seat for my younger brother. That way, I might even protect you when the situation calls for it."
At that moment, a burst of laughter rang out from the seabed, sending Ye Lin's heart plunging to the bottom. The people behind him also felt their hearts skip a beat.
Golden Immortal... seventh layer...
A middle-aged man in a blue robe, with two black horns growing from his head, strode laughing from the seabed into the air with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Greetings, General."
The moment the middle-aged man appeared, the surrounding dragons all lowered their heads in submission.
Even the experts of the other races bent at the waist, scarcely daring to breathe.
"Desertion in battle is a capital crime."
The middle-aged man looked at the old fellows around him, disgust flashing through his eyes. Then he slowly raised a hand, and a terrifying pressure descended.
In an instant, the elderly experts of the other races around them all turned pale.
"General, we did not do it on purpose! We did not flee, General..."
"We did not retreat! General, please spare our lives..."
"General..."
Pleas for mercy rang out. Before they could finish speaking, their bodies turned into clouds of blood mist and drifted through the air.
Figures all around exploded into blood mist like fireworks.
From beginning to end, the middle-aged man's expression did not change in the slightest. His face remained as calm as ever.
"You few, since you're here, stay properly. Whether you are guilty or not