Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!

In the waters of Beihong, figure after figure clad in heavy armor stepped forward in perfect order. Every formation was made up of a different demon race.

The instant they all came together, the demonic qi soaring into the sky nearly dyed the surging green waves red!

Right under the immortal's nose, the North Dragon Palace had ruled these waters for many years and had long since made the place airtight.

No rival powers carved it up. Every great demon in the water bowed to the Dragon Palace. Besides paying tribute every year, they also had to hand over the elite of their clans to charge into battle for the North Dragon Palace.

Right now they stood silently in place, their eyes cold and grim.

In the great hall, a host of dragon sons and dragon grandsons, also in armor, sat on either side.

The North Dragon King was in Donghong, holding down those purple-whiskered white dragons. With it away, its younger brother Qi Tianchuan was in charge.

The savage black dragon sat high on the throne, and beside it was an aged old turtle demon.

The two of them would point casually at the map, and a guard holding a decree would go before one of the demon armies.

Compared with those shrimp soldiers and crab generals, almost every demon army allowed to stand outside the dragon hall had the strength to attack an immortal sect on its own.

The dark mass of demons poured out of the waters like gathering storm clouds and swept off in every direction.

Hongze was so vast. The very idea of washing all of it clean, top to bottom, sounded like a fool's dream.

But between Qi Tianchuan's fingers and the old turtle's, more than half of Hongze was soon divided up.

And the rest…

Amid the soughing wind, the sky over Beihong was taken over by golden light. Ten-thousand-li rivers-and-mountains paintings unrolled one after another, full of the clamor of voices, like a mirage, as if a whole human world had appeared out of nowhere in the blue sky.