The shrill whistle came from far away, drawing nearer.
It was the piercing sound of air being repeatedly punctured, of even the sounds themselves piling up and crashing into one another, before finally blending and merging into one ear-splitting din.
What kind of powerhouse was traveling at such terrifying speed? At a time like this, in the Ding Wei Region, who else could it be?
Even Ding Jingshan couldn't possibly leave the Floating Island now and cross the Wilderness.
It could only be a powerhouse from the Sea Race, rushing over to hunt them down.
At this very moment, only a powerhouse from the Sea Race could act with such brazen abandon.
And it had arrived so quickly!
The speed was truly astonishing. Jiang Wang and Chu Mi couldn't help but tense up.
The shrill whistle drew closer and closer.
Jiang Wang gripped the Red Makeup Mirror. Through the precious mirror, he finally got a clear look at the approaching figure.
It was a gigantic eagle-shaped Sea Beast.
Clearly, it was the Sea Lord True Form manifested by some Sea Race powerhouse.
Its face was like that of a vengeful ghost, with a blue-green complexion and fangs bared, hideous and terrifying. Its wings spread twenty zhang wide, like a mass of black cloud.
Beneath it hung a pair of steel-like talons, their claws long and needle-sharp. Webbing connected the toes at their base.
It had barely appeared in the Red Makeup Mirror's field of view when, in the next instant, it vanished.
The shrill whistle pierced space and roared away into the distance.
Only then did Chu Mi appear, his face grave. "What do we do? From the sound of it, it's headed toward the Boundary River."
The various regions of the Lost Realm were separated by Boundary Rivers.
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