The scale demons were like ravenous hounds pouncing, leaving the ridge in large groups and surging toward the shattered cliff, instantly resembling a black torrent.
The water area roiled suddenly.
Without any concealment, those wielding swords and carrying spears ascended from the foot of the mountain, leaping straight into the sky, directly charging toward the monarch of this water realm, seemingly disregarding the encircling multitude of scales.
In an instant, whether it was an order from Yong Ji or a spontaneous action, all the scale demons left the ridge, departed from the fragile water veil, and gathered around the point where the two descended.
But in Pei Ye's eyes, there was only the close proximity of Yong Ji.
He pressed him firmly onto the shattered stones, exerting force and roaring, attempting to horizontally carve out the spear.
