Tang San shot into the air. With a flash, he had already landed on the platform where he had once pulled out the Sea God's Trident.
All at once, Dai Mubai and the others clearly sensed a special energy fluctuation spreading around their bodies.
The Demonic Marks that had once appeared on their foreheads emerged once more.
Whether it was the black pentagram, the hexagram, or Ning Rongrong's red heptagram, the lights on all six of their foreheads lit up almost simultaneously, adding a touch of radiance to this dark world.
As though drawn by some special force, the six of them rose into the air at the same time, each leaping onto a platform.
Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi's deep voice echoed through Sea God Hall. "Are you all ready?"
"Yes, we are ready." Including Tang San, everyone shouted in unison.
The moment that would decide their futures had finally arrived.
If they claimed not to be nervous at a time like this, that would be impossible. But now, they no longer had any path of retreat.
Resolute belief—the belief that they would surely succeed—filled their hearts, and everyone brought out their best state.
Zhang Yang was absent? No problem.
Ning Rongrong and the others here could not help Tang San much anyway. All they could do was worry anxiously from the side.
Besides, given Zhang Yang's identity, it was not appropriate for him to appear here.
Making the Sun God's inheritor play a supporting role—Sea God, you really had some ideas.
The last person to do that was Li Bai. Yang Guifei ground his ink, Gao Lishi held his boots. If he had not been so arrogant, how could he possibly have been exiled?
Bo Saixi slowly raised the Golden Scepter in her hand. The three-meter-long scepter was