The Void-Splitting Boat's white barrier trembled steadily, keeping out every wandering spatial blade and all the life-plundering suction of the void.
Within its isolated little domain, there was finally a moment of peace.
Qin He sat cross-legged, his eyes gently closed.
The Sky-Swallowing Demonic Art continued circulating rapidly within him, refining the remaining medicinal potency of the pills and the sparse demonic energy around him.
At the same time, he lightly tapped the hull with his fingertips, driving the Void-Splitting Boat forward at full speed.
The little boat slid along the minute gaps in the chaotic void, accelerating again and again until it became an almost invisible streak of pale white light, racing toward an unknown end deep within the interlayer.
This deathly darkness had neither directions nor day and night. There was only the endless journey forward.
After roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the smoothly speeding Void-Splitting Boat suddenly faltered.
The boat had not malfunctioned. Rather, the aura of the entire void ahead had abruptly changed.
The scattered, gentle traces of demonic energy suddenly grew thick and stagnant, like endless ink spreading across the path ahead. An oppressive weight piled up layer upon layer, enveloping him in a crushing grip.
A demon tide!
Another wave had come.
Qin He abruptly opened his eyes and stared straight into the heavy darkness ahead.
The next second, a gap suddenly split open in the roiling, ink-black demonic mist.
An enormous black shadow burst out of the mist, blotting out the sky and sun as it lunged straight toward him with enough speed to tear the void apart.
It was a demon general of a markedly different form. Instead of the cumbersome body of an ordinary demon general, it had a pair of pitch-black demonic wings spread