Utterly terrifying might weighed down on Bing Xuan and the Gorb Demon like an iron anvil. Both of them screeched to an involuntary halt and stared at the slowly descending giant dragon claw with shock.

“Dragons!” Bing Xuan growled. “You should be good wyrms and remain holed up in your four immortal seas. How dare you set foot in the North Sea? Are you courting genocide?!”

“It’s not the dragons… not the dragons...” Petrified, the Gorb Demon looked at the claw in disbelief, his folds of lard jiggling with fear.

“Azure Dragon Divine King!!” he exclaimed when a recollection struck him. “Weren’t you sealed in the Skandha Extinction Tomb to curse the divines? Why are you here?...