Above the ramparts, the ordinary soldiers, the generals, and even the warriors who had reached the rank of Martial Saint or even Martial God thanks to Gongsun Xiangyi’s elixirs, were utterly dumbstruck upon seeing so many Heavenly Dragons. Heavenly Dragons—such beings were only known from legends, divine beasts far more powerful than Level Nine Desolate Beasts; they had only ever heard whispers of them before.

It was said that when Huangfu Yun had captured a single Heavenly Dragon whose power hadn't even reached the Heavenly tier back then, it caused a massive stir. Now, so many appeared at once...

Tens of thousands of them, absolutely tens of thousands, packed densely layer upon layer, and their sheer size was immense. Even the smallest Heavenly Dragon was a colossal entity compared to a human. They had no doubt that any single one of these dragons could tear them to shreds.

Many involuntarily dropped their weapons. After enduring the oppressive might of the Demon Lords and the sheer shock of the dragons' appearance, their resolve had completely crumbled. Numerous figures slumped onto the wall, drenched in sweat from head to toe.

Never mind the common folk; even the powerful demons stared upward, slack-jawed, gazing at the seemingly endless expanse of gold...

The Seven Great Lords also turned their eyes skyward, their expressions varied. Especially the little boy who had defeated Dugu Ba-Chen, who asked with curiosity, "Are these Dragons? They certainly look rather magnificent, hehe. Perhaps I should get some pets!"

"Which one do you desire?" Lord Destruction smiled faintly, seemingly unperturbed by the arrival of tens of thousands of dragons.

"The biggest one, of course! Doesn't he look incredibly imposing? Brother Destruction, you mustn't snatch him from me, okay?" the little boy chuckled mischievously...

"Heh heh, if you like it, feel free to take it!" Lord Destruction shook his head dismissively. Dragons? The supposedly strongest race in the human world? They looked like nothing special! He hadn't expected such creatures still existed in the mortal realm; he thought they had all been wiped out.

Following the appearance of the dragons, squads of Golden Armored Warriors materialized, accompanied by several Immortals clad in Daoist robes, though the expressions on these Immortals were notably strained...

Seeing the Golden Armored Warriors and the uneasy-looking Immortals, Ye Jingyu’s brow twitched rapidly. Immortals—he hadn't expected these beings were still around. But where had they been hiding? Why hadn't they shown themselves for so many days, only to appear in such overwhelming numbers now?

Little did he know that these Immortals, and even these Dragons, were nothing more than cannon fodder dispatched by a few Immortal Saints.

Xuan Yuanjing stepped out through the clouds, surrounded by his entourage. However, seemingly due to his inferior cultivation level, he and his Golden Armored Warriors remained positioned behind the Dragon Clan. Ao Feng, the massive form of the Dragon Clan Patriarch, hung suspended in the sky. His peak the size of a mountain, he looked down, sweeping his gaze over the humans of Storm City before finally settling his eyes upon the demons.

"Evil demons, retreat swiftly to the place you came from, or do not blame us for being impolite!" Immense Dragon Might erupted continuously. The combined aura emanating from tens of thousands of dragons was overwhelmingly vast. Even though there were no Immortal Saints (those at the Universe tier) among them, the sheer pressure comprehensively stifled the demons...

The Dragon Patriarch, alongside a dozen elders, had all reached the Absolute Immortal (Cosmos tier) realm. They lined up beside the Patriarch, their colossal bodies resembling towering mountain ranges...

Hearing the Dragon Patriarch’s words, the Seven Great Lords paused, then burst into boisterous laughter. A group whose power barely peaked at the Cosmos tier—on what basis did they demand that they retreat? Did they not understand the rule of the strong?

"You big earthworm are quite amusing. Very good, very humorous. Just obediently become my pet, and I won't treat you poorly... If you want meat, I'll give you meat. If you want bones, I'll give you bones. How about that? Excellent terms, wouldn't you say?" The little boy’s face broke into a joyous grin, as if he had just discovered a favorite toy.

But the moment these words left his mouth, the tens of thousands of dragons in the sky looked utterly bewildered. What nonsense was this fellow speaking? To claim their Patriarch as a pet for a few pieces of meat or a few bones? This was beyond arrogant—it was the greatest insult imaginable to the Dragon Clan...

"Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao..." Countless dragons roared toward the heavens. If their Patriarch had not issued an order, they would have charged out regardless, tearing these evil creatures to shreds.

They were the proud Dragon Clan. Even the Immortals, and even the Five Great Immortal Saints of the Immortal Realm, had to treat the Dragon Clan with deference. What were these demons? Mere defeated foes of the Primordial Wu Clan, and the Primordial Wu Clan itself had been defeated by the dragons...

Ao Feng fiercely suppressed his rage. Although he desperately wanted to devour the little fellow in one bite, at his level, even though the opponent had completely concealed his aura, he still sensed that these seven were no simple beings. Their cultivation level surely surpassed his own, perhaps reaching the standard of the Five Great Immortal Saints...

How could these demons be so powerful? He had heard that the place where they were sealed was harsh, with incredibly thin spiritual energy. How could they have evolved to such strength?

Yet, even knowing the demons’ might, not a shred of fear flickered in Ao Feng's eyes. After those Immortals departed one by one, the dragons were essentially the strongest fighting force in the Heavenly Realm. It was their honor that the Immortal Saints had sent them to battle, and they would never shrink back in fear now...

At this moment, seeing the tens of thousands of Heavenly Dragons roaring, the little boy’s smile became even brighter. He took a single step forward, instantly appearing mid-air...

"Big earthworm? Why the silence? Are you uninterested in my proposal?" The little boy was smiling, and his smile was so innocent, yet for some reason, in Ye Jingyu’s eyes, this smile seemed utterly sinister...

Ao Feng’s massive eyes fixed tightly on the little boy, and his vast divine sense swept forward. Yet, he felt an emptiness before him—a sensation that troubled him deeply.

The opponent was clearly visible to the naked eye, right before him, yet his spiritual sense couldn't locate him. This situation could only mean one of two things: either this was an illusion, or the opponent’s strength had truly reached that transcendent level...

From the opponent’s words, Ao Feng knew this was no illusion. That meant the opponent’s power had truly surpassed his own...