In the massive compound eyes of the Lava Lobster King, greed and fear were locked in a fierce battle.
"The heart of the battle between the Emperor Realm experts... that's a void where even the laws of nature are obliterated..."
But that golden light...
Just now, as its divine sense swept across the abyss, it caught a fleeting glimpse of dark golden light.
That light was unlike any other trace of law remaining in this place.
It was neither the majestic imperial dragon aura of the Qin Emperor nor the domineering and savage Demonic Power of the Flood Dragon Emperor.
It's more like... an extreme force of suppression.
Heavy and deathly silent, like the foundation stone of an ancient Divine Prison.
"Fortune favors the bold! Perhaps it's a rare treasure that was unearthed from the depths of the void during the battle between two emperors!"
Once the thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed.
It was about to unleash its Demonic Power and transform into a streak of light to plunge into the abyss.
Just then--
boom!!!
An indescribable, terrifying will descended from the distant horizon!
This will lacked Ying Lin's sharpness and the Flood Dragon Emperor's ferocity.
It is like a boundless deep sea, silent and cold, yet containing a weight that can crush everything.
The Lava Lobster King's newly rising Demonic Power was instantly crushed like a candle in the wind before this will.
Its enormous body, hundreds of feet long, began to tremble violently involuntarily.
The oppressive aura of King Realm Sixth Level became a joke at this moment.
"Thump!"
Without any hesitation.
The Lava Lobster King, who was so majestic and domineering just moments before, suddenly withdrew its two axes, its massive body abruptly curling up, and knelt heavily on the sea surface in the direction from which the will came, its head bowed low.
The movements were so practiced, the posture so humble, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.
"Oh no! It's the First Prince! Why is he back?!"
The Lava Lobster King's internal alarm bells rang, extinguishing all greed.
In the Northern Nether Sea, below the Flood Dragon Emperor, there are three strongest beings.
The Third Prince, Jiao Wu, is a man of profound wisdom and skill in commanding troops. He is the Flood Dragon Emperor's most favored claw.
The Second Prince, Jiao Hua, is in charge of punishments. He is tyrannical and a butcher's knife that terrifies all demons.
The eldest prince, Jiao Ba.
He doesn't care about anything.
His only responsibility is to act as the anchor of the Northern Nether Sea.
Rumor has it that this eldest prince has been in seclusion for many years, striving to break through to the Emperor Realm, and has not appeared in the Northern Nether Sea for decades.
Unexpectedly, we've been alerted today.
"Whoosh."
Space was neither torn apart nor fluctuated.
A burly figure appeared out of thin air on the sea, as if he had always been standing there.
The newcomer was exceptionally robust; even in human form, his shoulders were far wider than those of an ordinary person.
His simple black outfit perfectly accentuated his explosively muscular physique.
His face was rugged, with a hideous scar running from his left eyebrow down to his jaw, adding to his menacing and Sha Qi.
He simply stood there quietly, as if he had become the center of this shattered world.
Half-Step Emperor Realm!
Jiao Ba!
"Greetings, Your Highness!" The Lava Lobster King's voice was extremely respectful, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible flattery.
Jiao Ba didn't look at it.
His dark golden vertical pupils, which bore a seven-tenths resemblance to the Flood Dragon Emperor's, swept indifferently across the ravaged sea.
As far as the eye could see, there was the torn earth, the towering suspended water wall, and the fragments of the Law of the Imperial Dao still annihilating each other in the air.
His gaze lingered for a moment on the battlefield to the east, where righteous energy and bloodthirsty Sha Qi still lingered, and on the coastline to the west, where bloodlust and eeriness remained.
Finally, his gaze fell upon the abyss-like sinkhole that pierced the heavens and the earth.
"Explain."
One word: cold, devoid of any emotion.
The Lava Lobster King dared not conceal anything and recounted everything he knew at top speed, from the defeat of the Third Prince Jiao Wu, to the arrival of the Qin Emperor, to the two emperors being banished into the endless void, and then to the demonic cultivators coming to collect the corpses.
Of course, it cleverly concealed its desire to explore the abyss for treasure.
After listening, Jiao Ba's face remained expressionless.
My father fought a fierce battle with the human emperor, the Earth Split, and his fate is unknown.
Two of the King Realm's uncles have perished.
None of these things seemed to stir his emotions in the slightest.
He simply raised his hand slowly.
Buzz--
A Demonic Power, ten thousand times greater than that of the Lava Lobster King, spread from his body.
The Demonic Power transformed into an invisible giant hand, gently sweeping across the entire sea.
On the sea surface, the floating corpses of water monsters, regardless of size or strength, were all enveloped by a gentle yet irresistible force at this moment, slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea.
There was no earth-shattering fanfare.
However, in the Lava Lobster King's divine perception, those corpses, after sinking to the seabed, did not pile up randomly, but were drawn by that force and merged into the cracked seabed, turning into nourishment to repair this world.
With every gesture, they soothe natural disasters.
"This... is this the control of the Half-Step Emperor Realm...?"
The Lava Lobster King was horrified, and lowered its head even further.
Having done all this, Jiao Ba finally turned his gaze back to the bottomless sinkhole.
He watched in silence.
For the first time, a hint of solemnity appeared in those eternally unchanging dark golden vertical pupils.
He saw the devastation left by the great war.
He saw that ancient will, slowly awakening, that even he felt a chill run down his spine.
He also saw...
At the very bottom of that abyss, at the core of the sea eye, lies the place that should be the " Ancestral Source of the Dragon Vein " for the Flood Dragon Clan.
A... empty space.
The aura belonging to the "ancestral source" became weak and scattered, as if something had forcibly... gnawed a piece off!
"Oh."
A cold laugh of unclear meaning came from Jiao Ba's mouth.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through layers of void, as if he saw two figures engaged in fierce battle in the heavens above.
"Father, you fought to the death against the human emperor for the sake of your worthless third brother."
Little did they know, the very roots of their family were about to be uprooted by that old man underground.
His voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling undertone.
"Besides..."
Jiao Ba's gaze suddenly shifted towards Xianyang, and at that moment, the hideous scar seemed to come alive.
"It seems a true dragon has emerged from the Great Qin Dynasty?"
Endless void.
There is no time, no space, only a chaotic void.
After three days and three nights of primal clashes of laws, the two figures finally stood at opposite ends of the void.
The illusory image of the Nine Provinces behind Ying Lin dimmed, and spiderweb-like cracks covered its surface.
His black dragon robe, a symbol of the Great Qin Dynasty's destiny, was also torn in several places, and a trickle of crimson blood slowly slid down from the corner of his mouth.
On the other side, Jiao Guang's situation was even more dire.
His once towering dragon body had shrunk to a mere thousand feet, and dozens of deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body were constantly dissipating his original Demonic Power.
One of the sword wounds, which pierced through his back, was particularly horrifying.
The Law of the Emperor Dao contained within it, like maggots clinging to his bones, constantly eroded his vitality.
He lost.
In terms of pure combat strength, he was ultimately inferior.