At this moment, 'Hong San' gazed out the window at the raging Yin Sha Storm, his brow tightly furrowed, a flash of seriousness flickered in his eyes as he looked at the Yin Dragons surrounding the Spiritual Ship, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, wishing to strike immediately and wipe out those pests.
"Demon Lord, please calm your anger. The storm is retracting, and those Yin Dragons have been unable to break through for a long time, they will soon retreat." Ancestor Wutian Demon discerned the Blood Demon Lord - Dana's thoughts and hastily advised.
"Hmph, how long must this master remain concealed?" 'Hong San's eyes flickered with a bloodthirsty light, and although his voice was deliberately suppressed, it still revealed his inner annoyance and discontent, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging, clearly striving to control his emotions.
