At the same time, in a desolate sea region hundreds of thousands of miles away, an enormous Ancient Warship was also speeding toward the barren island.
This warship was roughly a thousand zhang long. In terms of size, there was nothing outstanding about it, and it was much the same as an ordinary large warship. Yet its various exquisite carvings and wondrous rune formations faintly exuded a vigorous aura that made people fear it.
To say nothing of the two Dongxuan-level old monsters standing at the prow, the auras radiating from them were enough to make one's heart shake and eyes sting.
The one on the left had a fierce face, with hair and beard both white. The robe he wore was extremely luxurious, but the designs drawn upon it made one shudder without feeling cold.
They were all skulls and all kinds of bones. Though their forms differed, each was filled with baleful energy. This White Bone Robe was originally an evil magical artifact, refined from no small number of cultivators who had fallen at his hands.
This man's identity was ready to leap out at a single call: the Supreme Elder of the White Bone Sect, White Bone Old Devil. Of course, he preferred to call himself White Bone True Lord.
As for the one on the right, in terms of appearance, he was much smaller, but just as loathsome.
He was no more than four feet tall, all skin and jutting bones from head to toe, with large eyes, a collapsed nose, a mouthful of yellow teeth, and a tangled mop of hair on his head that was dark green in color. His limbs were thin and shriveled, and his ten fingers were like bird claws.
It was precisely the mortal enemy Lin Xuan hated to the