A moment later.
A Cyan Flood Dragon, hundreds of yards long, slowly raised its head from behind a distant mountain ridge. Its golden eyes, like two great suns, gazed upon the assembled Demon Kings.
Its aura was extraordinary, its bloodline noble, and its power astonishing.
"Everyone, for what reason have you sought me out?"
"Flood Dragon King, we've discovered a perilous area within the Ancient Ruins Secret Realm. It seems to hold a Treasure that can purify one's bloodline. Are you willing to brave it with us?"
"Purify my bloodline?"
The Cyan Flood Dragon stirred at once, transforming into a streak of cyan light and appearing before the assembled Demon Kings.
Although he possessed the bloodline of the Dragon Race, it was incredibly diluted, amounting to just a mere trace.
The majority of his bloodline came from the lowly Demon Snakes he so despised.
