The turbid waves parted, a sinister wind howled fiercely.
The White Ape led the charge, "stirring up the waters," with the Whale Emperor beside him, blending into the water.
Two overlord-level Demon Kings, unrivaled rulers wherever they go. Behind the two beasts, the fins that sliced through the waves, the hooked arms, the sharp sword bones, the flicking tail shells... Demon Kings of various races spread out like wings, with these two rulers as their core, changing the color of the heavens and earth wherever they went.
Fourteen in number, even if all fourteen were just Zenith, it would still be enough to give any force a headache and demand serious attention, let alone fourteen Young Dragons!
This is no longer a matter of whether they can be dealt with.
"Ha ha, the Southern Frontier is out of luck! The New Governor must be trembling with fear, ready to pack up and flee!"
