Words of Venomous Resentment

Dragon nature was inherently lustful. Over endless years, none knew how many descendants they had bred. None knew how many living beings in the Primordial World carried Dragon Clan bloodlines. Yet now, all of them were swallowed along with that call.

Endless living beings perished, becoming drops of vital essence that merged into the sea. Within the Human Clan, many also possessed Dragon Clan bloodlines, and now they too seemed to answer the summons.

Seeing this, Chen Yang drew out their dragon blood and sent it into the sea.

Shi Hao could not help asking, "Master... why are you helping that black hand revive? Why not simply kill our way over...?"

Chen Yang's expression was grave as he looked toward the gradually condensing dragon body within the East Sea. "We cannot stop it. The vast Four Seas, the mighty rivers, and the endless Sea Clan all seem to be this person's incarnations. Even if we kill this incarnation, he can still revive. There is no value in wasting effort to destroy his current revival."

"Hiss... then isn't this person just like Patriarch Minghe? As long as the Blood Sea does not wither, Minghe will not die!" Even Willow God was shocked.

Chen Yang pondered slightly. "I do not know. But this time, all of us were deceived. Or rather, we all became accomplices in his revival!"

"Accomplices? Master... who exactly is the one reviving this time? Could it truly be Ancestral Dragon?" Wushi asked.

Chen Yang's eyes flickered. "What is reviving is not Ancestral Dragon, but a Demon God."

"A Demon God? This..." Shi Yi's expression also turned heavy. In the Primordial World, anything involving the Chaos Demon Gods was absolutely no small matter. Especially when it involved a Chaos Demon God himself—it was even less trivial.

At this moment,