She had believed Fang Chen must have used some special means to tamper with the Demon Race's lair in the South Sea. Only then could he have put on that show in front of everyone.
But now that Fang Chen had done the same thing right before her eyes, she was confused.
When Fang Chen had gone to investigate the Demon Race's lair, he had spent only a few days there. Island Master Biluo knew it would have been exceedingly difficult to tamper with the lair in so little time.
Her doubts about Fang Chen's finger-snapping began to waver.
With the threat of those gun emplacements gone, the East Sea Dragon Clan fleet advanced rapidly into the Demon Race's lair.
The East Sea Dragon King, high above the lair, saw it all.
"Hahaha... Floating Immortal Fellow Daoist, well done!"
The East Sea Dragon King's booming voice echoed through the sky.
The Silver Sea Demon Saint's face, meanwhile, darkened to an extreme. Through the screen before him, he stared at Fang Chen standing at the bow. The killing intent in his eyes had nearly taken solid form. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Accursed human! Listen, all of you. If they break in, we'll concentrate our strength and kill that human at any cost!"
"Yes!"
The Devil Saints answered at once.
They all knew just how dangerous this human was. The East Sea Dragon Clan had dared to come out in full force, and this human was surely the reason.
If he remained alive, he would pose an enormous threat to the Demon Race in the future.
The East Sea Dragon Clan fleet pressed on toward the lair, sweeping forward like a blade through bamboo. Wherever the fleet passed, defensive turrets and formations exploded.
Thus far, the East Sea Dragon Clan fleet