Chapter 2094: The Chaos of the Demon Sea

North of the Demon Sea.

One by one, colossal objects silently rose from the seabed, like giant sea beasts, bobbing on the surface of the water.

A massive flood dragon was at the very front, with golden scales and prominent horns, majestic and awe-inspiring. Between its horns stood the Flood Dragon King and other demons.

The night was deep, and dark clouds obscured the moon.

In the darkness, the Flood Dragon King led the demon army, majestically advancing towards the Demon Sea.

Several days later, at dawn, the army approached the Demon Sea.

After the Changyou clan occupied the Demon Sea and the Canglang Sea, they did not relocate many of their people here. Instead, they used these areas as a springboard for competing for Azure Spirit Qi and as a deterrent to the eastern part of the Storm Realm. The main army was stationed in areas rich in spiritual energy, and the relocated clan members resided around the camps.

The Demon Sea and Canglang Sea had been developed into numerous camps by the Changyou clan. They had always been wary of the Storm Realm, and the camps were heavily guarded, with many masters present, making intelligence gathering difficult.

However, the demon clan and the Changyou clan had clashed several times in the Corrupted Land, and by continuously dispatching spies to monitor the camp surroundings, they managed to discern some patterns. The Flood Dragon King had roughly ascertained the Changyou clan's military strength.

The Changyou clan's redeployment of troops to the Northern Sea was orchestrated by the Flood Dragon King. Precisely for this reason, the defensive forces here were already very weak.

Among the many camps, two were the most significant, occupying the areas with the densest spiritual energy in the Canglang Sea and Demon Sea. These were the former ancestral land of the flood dragons and the human city of Tianxing, respectively.

Of course, both locations were now unrecognizable.

The Flood Dragon King's plan was to strike directly at their core and reclaim the ancestral land before the Changyou clan could react.

The island was circular in distribution, with guards surrounding it, making it impenetrable.

The Flood Dragon King tried every means to conceal the army's movements and personally dealt with the outposts, but the demon army's immense momentum meant it couldn't remain hidden indefinitely.

The Ancestral Land of the Flood Dragons.

A faint light appeared in the east. A faint crescent moon was still visible in the sky, presenting a tranquil scene.

Suddenly, loud bells rang out, shattering the camp's tranquility.

This was an alarm bell, only rung when a major enemy attacked. The Changyou clan's enemies were only the fierce beasts from the Corrupted Land and the Storm Realm. The Storm Realm had been recuperating and accumulating strength and had never attacked this place before.

Inside a lavish palace, an elder of the Changyou clan suddenly opened his eyes. Immediately, whooshing sounds came from outside the palace, indicating the protective enchantments had been triggered.

"Come in!"

The elder growled.

A burly man in black armor pushed open the palace doors and hastily entered the great hall, his expression solemn.

"What's happening outside?" the elder asked.

"Reporting to Third Elder!"

The burly man in black armor bowed. "Jiu Lan Camp has sounded the alarm! An army of foreign races has suddenly attacked, and Jiu Lan Camp is already surrounded. Their masters are heading directly towards us! We failed to detect this foreign force earlier; I take full responsibility for this oversight. Please, Third Elder, punish me as you see fit!"

His expression was relatively calm, but anxiety flickered in his eyes. To conquer the Northern Sea, the Supreme General had ordered the redeployment of most of their clan members; this was precisely when their forces were depleted. Not only that, to put pressure on Zhongzhou, they had also dispatched some troops to patrol near the East Sea of the Storm Realm.

"An army of foreign races?"

The Third Elder's eyes glinted, but he did not reprimand the burly man in black armor. "Are they humans or demons?"

The burly man in black armor paused, not understanding the Third Elder's intent, and replied, "Around Jiu Lan Camp, we only see an overwhelming beast tide; no trace of humans has been found yet."

"It's indeed the demon clan; the Patriarch was right!"

The Third Elder murmured softly, pondered for a moment, then ordered in a deep voice, "Deliver my command: All camps are not to hold their ground. Everyone, including us, is to evacuate immediately!"

The burly man in black armor gasped, "Evacuate to where?"

"To Xiyue Sea! If those demons pursue us relentlessly, continue to retreat and await the Patriarch's decree!" the Third Elder stated decisively.

Xiyue Sea was the Changyou clan's name for the Canglang Sea. Correspondingly, the Demon Sea was called Dongyue Sea. The two sea regions were not far apart, but a distinct boundary formed between them, like two crescent moons cut apart.

"Third Elder, why is this?"

The burly man in black armor was filled with astonishment and disbelief. The Third Elder was ordering no resistance at all and even planned to directly withdraw from the Xiyue Sea.

Although the defensive forces were weak now, they weren't without the power to fight. If they could hold out until reinforcements arrived from the clan, the situation might still turn around.

Those foreign races were no longer what they used to be. Once they surrendered their territory, it would be difficult to reclaim it, and they would be unforgivable for their failure.

Upon hearing this, the doubts in the burly man's heart immediately vanished. He acknowledged the command and exited the hall.

The Third Elder sat behind his desk, a thoughtful expression on his face.

In fact, he also didn't know the Patriarch's true intentions—why they were actively conceding to the enemy. Furthermore, many years ago, they had begun preparing for a retreat, gradually sending their weaker clan members back to Shengmu Plain, leaving only the main army to guard the camps.

At any other time, he would certainly have asked the Patriarch for the reasons, weighed the pros and cons, and even, if necessary, defied the order, gathering other clan elders for discussion.

But with the Patriarch's breakthrough to the second level of the Void Realm, his prestige was unmatched. Moreover, once the Patriarch emerged from seclusion, he could easily reclaim this territory, so temporary gains or losses were insignificant. The most crucial thing was to preserve their strength and avoid unnecessary casualties.

Soon, the ringing of bells turned into the sound of war drums, and a commotion arose outside.

After sitting quietly for a moment, the Third Elder rose, straightened his robes, and walked out of the great hall.

The sky was heavily overcast, and figures moved about. At present, all those in the ancestral land of the flood dragons were elite members of the clan, capable of moving freely. They took what they could, and at the Third Elder's command, they evacuated in an orderly fashion.

Meanwhile, the demon army advanced with irresistible force.

Once their presence was detected, they no longer concealed themselves, rushing towards the ancestral land of the flood dragons at top speed.

They pressed straight ahead, regardless of whether there were Changyou clan camps in front of them, yet they didn't encounter major battles. Their enemies must have received the news long ago, fleeing at the mere sight of them, leaving behind numerous empty camps.

The demon army advanced, riding the wind and waves. Surprisingly, they encountered no significant resistance until they were almost at the ancestral land of the flood dragons. The demon army's morale was soaring, and the ease of their advance far exceeded what the demons had imagined.

"We're finally back!"

The Flood Dragon King gazed forward, a nostalgic look on his face.

This was the ancestral land where the flood dragon clan had resided for generations, and his homeland. He recalled how humiliated and disheveled they were when driven out by the Changyou clan all those years ago.

Over several centuries, much had changed, and many sights were now unfamiliar, but a sense of familiarity inexplicably surged within him. Given his disposition, he was even a little excited.

The demon army was vast and imposing, without any concealment. Demon qi soared into the sky, demon winds howled, comparable to a hurricane, stirring up massive waves on the sea surface as it swept towards the ancestral land of the flood dragons.

From a distance, several demon kings activated their spiritual eyes and finally saw the Changyou clan's camp.

The camp was enveloped in black mist, like a black iron curtain, obstructing their view. Inside, there was complete silence.

Outside the iron curtain, not a single soldier was visible.

That made sense. The Flood Dragon King nodded slightly, restrained his aura, and commanded the flood dragon beneath him to halt.

The Golden Toad King, Phoenix King, and several other demon kings conferred briefly, then dispersed into their respective army formations. Immediately, earth-shattering roars echoed amidst the sound of waves.

The army surged past the Flood Dragon King's sides, rushing towards the iron curtain like a tide.

The Phoenix clan led countless flying beasts—egrets, cranes, eagles, and sparrows—only their wings could be seen in swarms, like clouds obscuring the sky.

Beneath the sea surface, flood dragons led aquatic creatures, shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and massive whales and sharks were everywhere, blending seamlessly with the tide.

Between the water and the sky, the Golden Toad clan led land beasts walking on the waves, a vast, dark mass, yet appearing orderly.

Present everywhere, above and below, flashes of restrictive formations occasionally shimmered within the beast tide, along with various gleams of treasure.

"Croak!"

Just as the beast tide was about to crash into the iron curtain, a croaking sound suddenly rang out. The sound seemed to contain a certain rhythm, and bursts of golden light erupted at the forefront of the beast tide, coating the demons as if with a layer of golden armor.

"Boom!"

The heavens trembled and the earth shook as the beast tide forcefully engulfed the iron curtain.

From the Flood Dragon King's position, the iron curtain was completely obscured; only the figures of countless demonic beasts were visible.

They were packed tightly together in a dense mass. If they couldn't break through the iron curtain directly, those behind would crush those in front, leading to self-slaughter.

This did not happen. The beast tide at the very front suddenly split to the sides, ensuring that the forces from behind continuously impacted the iron curtain, like river water hitting a reef, flowing smoothly without any stagnation.

Just then, the Flood Dragon King's expression shifted slightly. He perceived that even before the first wave of the beast tide's impact was complete, the iron curtain had begun to waver. A moment later, a thunderous crack echoed from the battlefield, leaving all the demons, including the Flood Dragon King, somewhat stunned. A crack had appeared in the iron curtain.

Having effortlessly reclaimed their ancestral land, the demon army did not halt its advance. The Flood Dragon King, Golden Toad King, and Phoenix King split their forces into three routes. Wherever the army passed, there was little enemy resistance, as they abandoned their camps and fled.

Soon, the army swept through the entire Demon Sea, and the ancestral lands of various clans were successively reclaimed. The Changyou clan almost completely withdrew from the Demon Sea.

Next, the kings gathered, and the Flood Dragon King decided to continue the assault until the Changyou clan was driven out of the Canglang Sea.

Although the battle results were splendid, he was not satisfied because the Changyou clan had avoided battle, suffering almost no losses. It felt like punching cotton. This was not what the Flood Dragon King wanted.

The Canglang Sea was too close to the Demon Sea. If they couldn't use this opportunity to decisively wipe out these Changyou clan elites, once they regrouped, they would certainly launch a counterattack, and the demons would never have peace.

Shengmu Plain.

By the Sacred Lake.

The Changyou clan's Patriarch had emerged from seclusion at an unknown time and was meeting Zaizhen in a stone pavilion on a lakeside mountain peak.

"Brother Zai, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?" Minzhuo asked, a hidden wariness in his eyes.

Zaizhen looked towards the horizon. "Brother Min, how are your conflicts with those foreign races progressing?"

"I followed Brother Zai's instructions, dispatching the army to conquer the Northern Sea, and that powerful demon indeed did not appear. However, the demon clan recently launched an attack, seeking to reclaim their ancestral land; this must be that individual's intention," Minzhuo replied truthfully.

"Brother Min must have ordered your clan members to retreat actively, unwilling to offend that powerful demon, correct?" Zaizhen said.

"Precisely!"

Minzhuo frowned, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition.

"Alas, this is not what that individual wishes to see," Zaizhen shook his head slightly. "Next, Brother Min should emerge from seclusion now. Travel east personally and slaughter them until blood flows like rivers, giving the demon clan an unforgettable lesson!"

"What?"

Minzhuo was startled and abruptly rose to his feet. "Brother Zai, are you telling me to go slaughter those demon cultivators?"

With his cultivation at the second level of the Void Realm, bullying the weaker, that powerful demon would certainly not stand by idly, and it might even lead to a mortal enmity.

"It's not my intention, but that individual's," Zaizhen pointed towards the sky. "Brother Min, you need not worry too much. This action is precisely to draw him out, and I and other fellow Daoists will certainly provide support for Brother Min."

Minzhuo's expression was volatile. He understood what he was—a stone thrown to test the path!

But he dared not disobey. If he didn't offend the powerful demon, he would offend the one who gave him the Jade Sun Divine Milk.

He quickly weighed the pros and cons and calmly said, "With Brother Zai providing support, I naturally have no fear. However, all of our clan's elites are currently in the Northern Sea. What if the other side also retaliates, or uses them as leverage..."

Zaizhen nodded. "Brother Min, you are thoughtful. In that case, I shall ask a fellow Daoist to go and watch over them. Brother Min should then be at ease."

As he spoke, he flicked his finger, casting a magic spell. From the distant mountains, a subtle ripple immediately emanated, resonating in response.