Over the vast expanse of the Chaotic Demon Sea, a group of people flew swiftly over the surface of the water.
If Ye Xiwen had been there, he would have recognized them at once. This group consisted of experts from the Shadowfang Poison Crocodile Clan, and the man at their head was none other than E'Hong, who had already entered the Chaotic Demon Sea.
The young man behind him was also an old acquaintance of Ye Xiwen's—He Yulong, whom Ye Xiwen had directly angered into fainting.
However, He Yulong, who had originally been severely injured, had completely recovered. He even seemed to have risen to a new level.
Behind those two stood a tall figure draped in a black cloak, with a faintly visible ring of Demonic Qi winding around him.
Following behind them were five figures dressed much like the black-cloaked man. Like their leader, each had a trace of Demonic Qi faintly curling around them.
"Are you sure this is the right route?" E'Hong asked He Yulong at his side, his expression rather unpleasant. They had been chasing for some time, yet still could not catch up to Ye Xiwen's group, and he was growing impatient.
"That's right, it's this route. There can't be any mistake!" He Yulong said with a slightly panicked expression. "Our squad usually leaves behind a special musk as a marker. Only members of our squad have a special method of detecting it, so I can't have mistaken the way!"
"It had better be," the leading black-cloaked figure said. His voice was hoarse, and his speech somewhat stiff, as though he had not spoken for a long time. "Otherwise, I'll slaughter you and use you as food!"
"Of course!" He Yulong hurriedly nodded.
"As long as you handle this well, our Shadowfang Poison Crocodile