The Cyan Dragon, stretching over a thousand meters, hovered more than a hundred meters above the sea floor, not in a hurry to go down.
It was unclear whether he was giving Yang Yuan and the others time to see the Dragon Palace Fortress clearly, or if he himself was hesitating.
After endless years, although most of the shrimp-soldiers and crab-generals died after a ten-thousand-year lifespan, a few were lucky enough to consume longevity treasures by chance.
Accumulated little by little, over endless years, the Dragon Palace Fortress has amassed a staggering number of shrimp-soldiers and crab-generals.
Although this is not the ancestral land of the Dragon Race, it is merely the Dragon Palace Fortress.
But having been born and raised here, this place is his home.
Over endless years, it would be impossible to say he feels no emotion here.
However, to rescue the father king, these shrimp-soldiers and crab-generals must die.
