The large ship traveled across the sea for half a month, and a distant island appeared.
Black mist enveloped the island, while the surrounding seawater turned a shade of blood red.
"We're almost there."
The Sword Immortal stood on the ship, gazing into the distance at that patch of black mist.
Within the black mist, a Flood Dragon seemed to coil, its eyes glowing greenly.
Upon seeing this, Prajna hurriedly began reciting sutras. One glance at that direction was enough to feel the murderous aura, entirely different from the auspicious energy above the Buddhist temples.
No doubt, this island is home to some great demons.
Seeing this, Qingfeng Zi felt a sense of gravitas. Regarding the future, humans always harbor fear, feeling an intense pressure building.
Can these four really defeat the Devil Sect?
