Only after Ao Yuwei leaped over the first Dragon Gate did the other Great Dragon Kings in the sky begin plunging into the water one after another.
For Great Dragon Kings, a Dragon Gate of this level took no more effort than blowing away a speck of dust.
Once all the Great Dragon Kings had crossed, the remaining Demon Kings, Ancient Demon Kings, Dragon Kings, and others surged toward the Dragon Gate. Among them were members of various races at the Demon Marquis level, hoping to fish in troubled waters.
"I'm off! You'd better work hard!" Ao Huang laughed excitedly, revealing a mouthful of sharp dragon teeth, then shot far ahead.
A small number of the water race did not rush forward immediately. Their demon ranks were all below Demon Marquis, and they numbered fewer than two hundred.
Fang Yun swept his gaze over them and discovered several golden fish. They looked like ordinary lesser demons, yet somehow they had managed to enter this place. This made Fang Yun suspect that these fish might possess unusual bloodlines that needed the Dragon Gate to awaken them, something quite common among the Ancient Dragon Race.
Long ago, a very weak fish demon had appeared among the water race. Its entire body was pitch-black, and it looked sickly. No matter how it cultivated, it could never advance to Demon General. Even after living for over a hundred years, it remained a mere demon soldier, constantly mocked and tormented by the other members of the water race.
Yet the old fish demon never gave up. It kept cultivating without interruption.
When that old fish demon was nearing death from old age, the dragon race opened the Dragon Gate Ascension. In those days, more than a hundred million participated in each Dragon Gate Ascension, but