86. Memories of the Old Days, Slaughter

The Dragon of Ten Thousand Swords had an extremely mysterious look in its gray eyes. Its four spread wings swept up the turbulent undercurrents of the deep sea, surging rapidly in all directions, turning into ocean currents, pushing and shoving the waves away.

The man sitting in the center of the dragon's forehead had a calm expression.

However, since he was already here, no one on this battlefield dared to be impudent.

Regardless of whether it was the pursuers or the hunted, they all stopped, just like mortals who saw an immortal.

The King of the First Ocean Prison looked at him in disbelief. He was originally quite flustered, but in the next moment, he suddenly recognized the aura of the person who had come.

They were family.

Moreover, he was a high-level existence among his own people.

The King of the First Ocean Prison relaxed his tense nerves.