The North Sea was boundless, its waters icy cold, waves chased each other, stirring ceaselessly for thousands of miles.
Nine evil dragons pulled a black ancient chariot as they roamed the deep sea, intense demon light covered Ye Xuan's carriage frame, and multitudes of the sea clan's creatures retreated one after another, with shrimp soldiers and crab generals leading the way in front.
This was also the first time Ye Xuan had entered the seabed; the spiritual energy around him was extremely rich, obviously, this deep sea was a paradise for the sea clan and could bring out their strengths far beyond their own.
