Mist swirled all around, and light shimmered across the water. The Fourth Dragon Gate stood ahead, radiating a gentle golden glow, barring a great many Demon Barbarians and members of the Water Race from proceeding.
There had been no Flood Dragons before the first three gates, much less any dragons. Yet before the Fourth Dragon Gate, there were some Flood Dragons and even a few extremely young dragons.
The Dragon Gate, fifty zhang tall, stood ahead like a small mountain. More than fifty thousand members of various races competed to leap over it, making the scene even more chaotic than before.
Enormous Ancient Demons were everywhere. Even powerful Demon Kings were merely ordinary participants here, while the scattered handful of Demon Marquises and Dragon Marquises stood out instead.
The Water Race still made up the greatest number here, accounting for more than ninety percent of the total.
As Fang Yun watched the pandemonium ahead, he thought that if a single Fifth Realm war poem suddenly descended and slaughtered all the Demon Barbarians and Water Race members here, it would be tantamount to wiping out an entire generation of geniuses from the hundred races of the Myriad Worlds.
The various races before the Fourth Dragon Gate were far stronger than those before the third. They constantly shouted insults and argued, refusing to yield while leaping and even deliberately crashing into one another to flaunt their strength.
An Ox Demon King and an Ancient Tiger Demon King had even launched an all-out battle. The two stood five zhang apart, and whenever one leaped, the other inevitably leaped up to collide with him. Their clashes had not stopped since Fang Yun arrived.
Many Demon Barbarians and Water Race members were covered in wounds, though none were serious. Once they left the Dragon Gates,