Yan Jia personally took the lead. To show his gratitude, Jiang Wang followed close behind.
That way, they shared the risk instead of freeloading on the Crossing Bridge.
The two moved at the front, extremely vigilant, one ahead of the other, and crossed the Crossing Bridge first. But waiting for them on the other side of the Boundary River was not a densely packed army of the Sea Race. It was only an endless expanse of emptiness.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing.
"After staying in the Pure Land for too long, sometimes you forget what kind of place the Lost Realm is." Yan Jia looked around and smiled.
His hair was very short, but he wasn't bald; he had a layer of stubble. His brows arched sharply, and his eyes were set deep. His whole bearing was rather stern, though he treated people with a gentleness that seemed at odds with it.
He had an exceptionally powerful healing Daoist Art. Healers generally weren't very convincing in a straight fight, but given that he had been entrusted with leading a force to provide support, his killing power couldn't be lacking.
All in all, he was a man of contradictions, and those contradictions gave him a charm all his own.
Jiang Wang relaxed a little. The fact that no army of the Sea Race was waiting before the Boundary River meant that Chen Gen and Yan Jia had been right in their earlier guess: the White Elephant King had already holed up in the Sea Nest.
The survival of Ding Wei Floating Island was, of course, a good thing.
Yan Jia spoke in a mild, unhurried way, as if saying that the peace of the Futu Pure Land had made him complacent. But Jiang Wang didn't doubt