Headed by the gold-veined turtle demons and taking in water demons of every kin, they were together called the turtle army.

As the strongest demon army under Ke the Seventh's hand.

It might be said that of this dragon grandson's fief, nearly eight parts in ten were held by the turtle army.

“None is stronger than my father. At the least, in an exchange of blows, it should not lose to a good many of the elders among the Nanhong Seven.”

“But ever since it took the notion of handing this demon army into my keeping, it has seldom left the dragon grandson's side. It need not be feared.”

“As for other great demons a match for the White Jade Capital, there should be one more in the dragon grandson's mother's clan — though short of some urgent case the dragon grandson will not lightly call it over.”

“Demon generals at the twelfth layer of Return-to-Void are not few, but they are scattered through the waters, needed to hold the other water-kin for the dragon grandson. Without a summoning order they seldom gather.”

Listening to Wu Jun's account, Shen Yi fell to pondering.

Put that way, the power Ke the Seventh held was not in fact much stronger than Xuanyue City.

That it carried such awe was most likely still a matter of leaning on the Dragon Palace's name.

Thinking it over, that was normal enough.

After all, setting aside the cub Ke the Thirteenth, Ke the Seventh was the weakest branch among all the dragon grandsons. If even it could command several White Jade Capitals, then with all the dragon grandsons put together, and that crowd of dragon sons counted in as well… how could the Nanhong Seven contend with them at all.

Of course, strong and not strong are relative terms.

Shen Yi shook his head. As he was now, he had no way to stand against a demon army like this head-on.

With demon lifespan the main object, there was really no need to run too great a risk.

At the least he could not let himself…