The Naga Devil Race Chief snorted. "He wants to take back the Dragon Palace? It won't be that easy! Recall all our forces. I'll defend the Dragon Palace to the death. I refuse to believe that a mere Dragon King of the Eastern Sea and his Eastern Sea Dragon Clan can defeat us Naga."
Her tone was utterly arrogant, filled with contempt for the Dragon Clan.
This ancient race had already declined. Even their mightiest dragon gods had only reached the peak quasi-saint stage.
The powerful Ancestral Dragon had already fallen. Even if he had survived, he could not have withstood so many powerful members of the Devil Race.
The Naga devils roared their assent. "Yes, Clan Chief!"
The Naga devils mobilized their forces. Soon, sea-dwelling devils packed the area outside the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace. They were not just Naga; there were even more members of the Shrimp Race, the Crab Race, and countless other Sea-Dwelling Races.
They had all been corrupted into devils, becoming cannon fodder for the Devil Race's assault on the Primordial World.
More and more devils gathered.
Meanwhile, Ao Bing, the Dragon King of the Eastern Sea, led his warriors toward the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace at an unhurried pace.
Dozens of Marshals gathered together, somewhat disgruntled.
"Who knows what this Dragon King of the Eastern Sea is up to? Heading for the Eastern Sea with such fanfare-isn't he giving the Devil Ancestor time to prepare?"
"How are we supposed to fight like this? Are we really going to stake our lives on it?"
"If we attack the Devil Race head-on with our mere million Heavenly Soldiers, we probably won't even make a splash."
"I have no idea what the Dragon King of the Eastern Sea intends. Why does it feel like he has no