Chương 1837: Heavenly Happiness God

"Our Sand Sea race has a total of six Apocalypses—four Elders, the patriarch, and the Sand Sea's Bravest…" Demon Shark said as it did the calculations.

Six Apocalypses… Is this fellow bullshiting me? Zhou Wen frowned as he stared at Demon Shark, but no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like such a shrewd creature.

"Are there so many Apocalypses in the Sand Sea race?" No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of such a possibility.

Apocalypses weren't run-of-the-mill powerhouses. Even a large race like the Immortals felt the tremendous loss if one Apocalypse died. It was impossible for the nameless Sand Sea race to have six Apocalypses.

"Your Excellency, you might not know this, but strictly speaking, our Sand Sea race can't be considered a race…" Demon Shark explained in a daze.

Through the Demon Shark's explanation, Zhou Wen learned what the Sand Sea race was.