Tang San's body soared into the air. With a flash, he had already landed atop the platform where he had once pulled out the Sea God's Trident.
All at once, Dai Mubai and the others clearly felt a strange energy fluctuation spread 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 light on all six of their foreheads lit up almost simultaneously, adding a touch of brilliance to this dark world.
As though drawn by some special force, all six rose into the air at once, each leaping onto a platform.
Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi's deep voice echoed through Sea God Hall. "Are you all ready?"
"Yes, we're ready." Including Tang San, everyone shouted in unison.
The moment that would determine their future fates had finally arrived.
It was impossible for them not to be nervous at a time like this. But they no longer had any way to retreat.
Firm conviction, the belief that they would surely succeed, filled their hearts. Every one of them brought out their very best state.
Zhang Yang was absent? No problem.
After all, Ning Rongrong and the others here could not help Tang San with anything. They could only fret anxiously from the sidelines.
Besides, given Zhang Yang's identity, it was not suitable for him to appear here.
Making the Sun God's inheritor play second fiddle—Sea God, you really had some ideas.
The last person to do something like that was Li Bai. Yang Guifei ground his ink, Gao Lishi held his boots; if he had not been so arrogant, how could he have been banished?
Bo Saixi slowly raised the Golden Scepter in her hand. The three-meter-long scepter was covered