Huang Yi felt a foreboding sense of unease rising in his heart as he traversed the undersea streets. Along the way, the people he saw were mostly ordinary guards; there was no aura of powerful experts, as if the Dragon Palace had suddenly become much emptier.
Soon, he arrived inside the sleeping chamber of the Sea Dragon Emperor.
However, the huge dragon throne within the chamber was deserted, with no sign of the Sea Dragon Emperor; only a few golden dragons circled lonely, and the air seemed to still carry the anxious breath of a hasty departure.
"Big Brother God of Slaughter, you've come!" At this moment, from a corner, Jin Jiao's small form dashed out quickly, its tone incredibly tense, its little brow furrowed, no longer displaying the lively and adorable image of the past.
"Where is your father?" Huang Yi asked directly.
