The terror of a True Lord

In the distance, the Black Flood Dragon, who was approaching with an army of Demon Beasts, immediately ordered the aerial carrier to stop when he saw this.

If they went any farther, even they would be caught up in Zhengjiao's attack.

The Black Flood Dragon stared in shock at the enormous beast face formed from black clouds on the horizon.

"A Nascent Soul True Lord! A Nascent Soul True Lord of our Demon Race! To think I'd see a Nascent Soul True Lord of our Demon Race make a move today!"

The Black Flood Dragon's face was filled with fervor.

Among the Demon Race, differences in cultivation realm mattered even more than they did among humans. Demons generally cultivated slowly, often taking thousands of years to advance a single realm.

Demon Beasts that cultivated to the Nascent Soul level were rarer still.

In the Outer Sea, for instance, not a single Nascent Soul-level Demon Beast had appeared in countless years.

Now that he had seen one appear, the Black Flood Dragon was naturally ecstatic.

The other Demon Beasts all lay prostrate on the ground, paying their respects to the beast face in the black clouds above.

At the Black Coast outpost base.

Wang Hu and Zhang Xuan had also seen Zhengjiao's attack clearly through the drone footage.

Both were equally shocked.

"Senior Zhengjiao is actually this strong?" Zhang Xuan swallowed.

This was the first time he had truly seen a Nascent Soul-level expert make a move. A casual strike had been comparable to a small nuclear explosion.

Of course, the most important thing was that the one who had made the move was Zhengjiao.

In his impression, Zhengjiao was a Demon Beast who spent all year in a coffin and had little presence.

It was only because he was the