Sound of Hate

Pitch-black mountains.

Within the mountains filled with brown rocks, a gigantic clam-shell artifact flew low through the air. Strong winds swept past both sides, rolling up vast clouds of dust.

"Almost there. It's right ahead."

Su Dacai stood at the very front, pointing the way.

The Flower-Backed Turtle stood beside him, using Demon Power to protect his body. The clam-shell artifact flew at tremendous speed; without someone shielding him, Su Dacai's cultivation would make it easy for him to be blown off.

After entering this region, the Flood Dragon Saint's expression grew increasingly irritable.

In his view, this was simply a waste of time. Expecting a Nascent Soul Realm danger zone to stop Void Return Realm enemies? If not for the fact that he could not leave these people behind, the Flood Dragon Saint would have run away long ago. The Little Sophora Tree beside him felt the same. These two great Demon Saints were both Late Void Return powerhouses. If Venerable Black Bird had not gravely wounded them, they would never have fallen into such a plight.

"These clouds seem a little strange. Keep moving forward."

The Flower-Backed Turtle sensed a familiar aura. Back in the Southern Sky Region, he had nearly been struck to death by the Heavenly Tribulation, surviving only through nine deaths and one life. Thus, he was exceptionally sensitive to the aura of Heavenly Tribulation.

"That's enough. Are you really counting on a Nascent Soul Realm danger zone to help us stop that snake?! If we delay any longer, not one of us will escape."

The Flood Dragon Saint finally could no longer hold back and spoke.

If he had not been severely injured, he would have seized someone and forcibly changed course long ago. More importantly, this Clam Girl controlling the artifact was as