Arriving at the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, Nezha opened his eyes to see corpses everywhere.
He frowned and continued walking inside.
The pavilions and towers, the undersea Immortal Palace, no matter how many times one sees such a magnificent spectacle, it always stirs the soul.
But now, even these magnificent palaces have partially collapsed, gigantic pillars that require several people to encircle have snapped in the middle, countless glazed tiles have been crushed into powder by a formidable force.
He passed through the pavilions, seeing thousands of shrimp soldiers and crab generals neatly surrounding ahead.
Ao Bing, clad in silver armor, holding a spear in hand, stood in the water, bending over to look at the numerous dead and injured beings of the Dragon Palace.
"So, you are still alive."
"Of course I'm alive."
Upon seeing the visitor, although his appearance had changed greatly, through instinct Ao Bing could still recognize this as Nezha.
