His pale face and inward thought as he witnessed such destructive power the whole way through told Qi Xian that the strongest in the Twelve Domains must be Supreme Emperor Lord.
A spark of joy lit up Ziran's heart, for her hopes of recovering her memories were entirely possible as long as Ling Yun was willing to act.
Beibei's eyes were filled with adoration for Ling Yun's world-destroying swordsmanship.
She wanted to learn it!
After returning, Ling Yun acted as though nothing had happened, and he calmly asked, "When will we reach the Blood Domain?"
Ziran snapped back to her senses, answering with a hint of timidity, "We will arrive by noon tomorrow."
Ling Yun nodded, standing at the bow of the ship to ponder matters.
He guessed a possibility: the chaos among the fierce beasts of the Nine Nether Abyss and the Demon Race was deliberately orchestrated by someone. This person had always been stabbing others in the back, and it was very likely someone inside the Death Hole.
The other party's goal?
Ling Yun could not think of it for the moment, but he was certain it was definitely related to the demon emperor Golden Lion, and they must know each other. These secrets would become clear as soon as he helped Ziran recover her memories.
Dragon Head Mountain!
Upon learning that all seven protectors had fallen, the God of Death was furious, and a wave of black power collapsed his domain!
With Ling Yun cutting off the river's flow on his end, he was extremely angry; the God of Death had provoked him once again.
The God of Death also confirmed that the culprit was not from the Death Hole. It and Ling Yun were destined for a fight to the death where only one would survive.