At the same time, phantoms of all manner of savage sea beasts appeared above the military formation, their presence imposing.
General Lei and Ao Dongping had clearly seen this scene many times, yet seeing it again, they still could not hide the shock this vantage point brought them.
This was the sensation that power brought, and familiarity had nothing to do with it.
Apart from the servants specifically assigned to attend within the palace, everyone who could enter it repeatedly was a subordinate of His Highness Ao Han.
These subordinates might hold high rank and great authority. Ao Dongping, for instance, served as His Highness's staff officer, and a single remark from him might well become a decree issued from this palace, determining the life and death of sea folk for thousands of li around.
Even the relatively unimportant or less trusted among these subordinates, such as General Lei, were powerful members of the Demon Race who commanded their own armies elsewhere and could determine order or chaos in a region through force.
The power here held the fate of tens of millions of li of sea.
And at the center of that power was a dragon coiled deep within the palace.
The magnificent scenery stretching for dozens upon a hundred li beyond the corridor could not fully hold Cui Jiuyang's attention.
He soon turned back to look ahead.
The end of this corridor led directly to a side entrance of the palace.
Though he had yet to truly enter the palace, his divine sense could already clearly detect a vast, mighty concentration of dragon qi in its deepest recesses.
When he had faced the Sinful Dragon Ao Que, that fellow's dragon qi had already been turbulent enough.
Whenever they fought, Cui Jiuyang had needed to carefully neutralize the dragon