The flood dragon let out a low growl, its demon light surging around its body, sweeping up a gentle stream of water that carried the three of them. In an instant, it transformed into a swift stream of light, speeding toward the direction of the True Dragon Hall deep in the ocean, quickly disappearing at the horizon's edge.
Meanwhile, the brutal battlefield below was left for the surviving forces of the Outer Sea Human Race and the Demon Race to clean up.
The setting sun was like blood, reflecting on the remnants and crimson that spread across the sea.
The cheers of victory gradually subsided, replaced by the heavy and sorrowful task of treating the wounded, gathering fallen comrades, and assessing losses.
The cost of this victory was far too great.
...
Two days later.
At the bottom of the deep sea, the pressure was immense, and the light was dim.
