The white ship rode the wind and waves. Zhang Yang had thought it would take a long time, but in reality, it took only a moment for the white ship to plunge into a layer of black fog, where the stars and everything else in the sky vanished from sight.
But the next second, he realized he was plummeting wildly, as if he had gone skydiving from a great height.
"Surely this isn't some kind of battle-royale drop mode?"
That was what Zhang Yang thought when he discovered that the spiritual cultivator Qiong Kou had already placed a huge bubble around each of them.
"Everyone, pay attention. We're parachuting into this world. This is a world completely controlled by the Devil Race, and we're invading it now. Whether we can reduce the chance of being discovered by the Devil Race ahead of time is the key to our opening move. If anyone has any methods, use them as quickly as possible."
Tang Kun's voice rang out.
"I know a concealment spell, but the astral winds here are too fierce, and devil qi is swirling everywhere. I'm afraid I won't last long!" Old Wang shouted.
"I'll be responsible for the levitation spells. But likewise, my levitation spells also fear erosion by devil qi. If we were on land, I would have plenty of methods, but right now, I can only rely on luck—or Zhang Yang, your heart sword." Li Weisi also spoke up.
"The most important thing right now is to regroup. Leave breaking through the devil qi to me!" Zhang Yang shouted as well. He had already released eighty-one Formless Heart Swords. Cutting through devil qi was nothing difficult.
The five of them could clearly see one another's positions because of Qiong Kou's huge bubbles. Tang Kun was ten kilometers