Above the sea, the Chessboard Pearl conjured an enormous chessboard.
Two sharp gleams shot from Ye Jingcheng's eyes as he fixed the Cold Drake with an intensely intimidating stare.
Ye Jingcheng also pushed the Nine Yin Mystic Soul Spirit Canon and Star Illusion Eye to their limits. With the Thousand-Moon Soul Needles floating behind him, he looked like a demon god poised to devour souls.
Ye Jingcheng spared no effort in trying to subdue the Cold Drake. After all, those few words earlier had revealed that it knew of the Heavenly Flood Dragon Sea, yet clearly did not belong to it.
At that moment, blood was still seeping from the Cold Drake's claws, and the Jade-Scale Flood Dragon, Earth Dragon Demon Emperor, and Crimson Flame Fox had not stopped attacking.
Besieged by the three beasts, it was driven back again and again. It had no doubt whatsoever that if it refused, it would be riddled with holes and roasted into dried drake meat in an instant.
It might even be swallowed alive by that white flood dragon.
Its eyes were filled with resentment. After all, who would willingly submit after cultivating to the fifth stage? Back in the Heavenly Flood Dragon Sea, it had refused to accept discipline and secretly eaten other flood dragons' treasures, which was why it had been gravely wounded and driven out.
It had traveled untold distances before reaching these waters. The absence of a Demon Saint delighted it and let it act without restraint. Whenever a treasure ripened, it would suddenly appear to pluck the fruit of others' labor, a feeling it found utterly intoxicating.
While it was still weighing its options, the tremendous pain in its claws nearly twisted its face out of shape.
At last, it stopped hesitating.
"I submit!" The Cold Drake