Waging war without a declaration-such disregard for the rules meant nothing in the eyes of the Asura Religion.
As the three Great Devil Kings led their many disciples hurtling beneath the sea, the vast amounts of killing intent they carried began spreading through the East Sea. Its once azure waters started turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Inside the East Sea Dragon Palace.
Ao Han, who had already returned, looked up. Sensing the commotion, he understood that the Asura Religion had arrived and begun its attack. He bowed to the two middle-aged men before him, each sporting a pair of dragon horns on his forehead. "We entrust everything to you, Master."
Beside him, Dragon Queen Zitong also bowed to Meng Zhang's Good Corpse and Corpse of Evil. "The lives of the countless members of the Dragon Race in the East Sea are in your hands, Holy Venerables."
"Do not worry. Even without our true form here, our combined strength is enough to fight River Styx to a draw," Meng Zhang's Good Corpse, Azure Dragon Daoist, told them with a smile.
"Enough idle talk. Meet the enemy at once!" Meng Zhang's Corpse of Evil, Holy Dragon Venerable, said coldly. Then he leaped up, leading a contingent of elite clansmen from the Azure Dragon World as they assumed Divine Dragon forms and charged upward.
Seeing this, Azure Dragon Daoist told Zitong and Ao Han, "Let us move as well. The sooner we drive the Asuras away, the more we can minimize the East Sea's losses!"
"Yes, Holy Venerable!"
"Roar!" Dragon roars rang out one after another as Azure Dragon Daoist led the remaining contingent of Azure Dragon World elites shooting upward in Divine Dragon form.
Above the East Sea, River Styx sat cross-legged on the Twelfth-Grade Karma Fire