Knowing that Qiong Rou was fighting the Black Flood Dragon, Ling Tian and the others were frantic with worry. They regretted not killing the Black Flood Dragon earlier.
The journey passed in silence, every heart in their throats. Little Devourer raced at full speed, and before long they reached a cluster of islands. Calling them islands hardly did them justice: this expanse was enormous, probably far larger than the entire surface area of Tianmu Star.
The islands were lush and beautiful, but there were no birds or Spirit Beasts. Instead, there were plenty of scattered bones, and they were huge—the smallest were dozens of zhang long. Clearly, the creatures they had belonged to were ancient savage beasts.
As soon as Su Ying and Fairy Meng Shang stepped onto the island, their brows furrowed. They sensed a vast aura—the same aura as the Black Flood Dragon they had fought earlier. Su Ying gave a cold snort. "It really is that Black Flood Dragon. Could this be its lair?!"
"It must be. Although the Black Flood Dragon is skilled in water, it wouldn't stay underwater all the time. This island is its nest," Mo Yu said, his face filled with Killing Intent. "This island is so vast, and its center is so far from the sea. This time, no matter what, we can't let the Black Flood Dragon escape again!"
"Let's hurry. Thankfully, our little sister Qiong Rou's divine artifact is still giving off its fluctuations. She must be all right." Mo Yan urged them on, impatient to move.
As they hurried along, Little Devourer suddenly slowed. The vertical eye between his brows opened, and then his body rapidly shrank. Seeing the thoughtful looks on Su Ying and the others' faces, he nodded. "That's right. There's a formation restriction here, and it's