Twelve Leopard's face was just as pale...
He looked at Sikong Jing and said in a low voice, "Young Sect Master, find a way to leave quickly. I'll stay behind and draw their attention."
He was, of course, prepared to die fighting for Sikong Jing's life!
Yet Sikong Jing's expression did not change. He was astonishingly calm.
He briefly sensed beneath the sea's surface and discovered that the Divine Martial Thorn Shark was not far from them. Then he looked around and saw that the people who had originally been traveling alongside them toward the Seal Sovereign Great Continent had long since retreated far away.
Some watched the excitement from afar, while others simply left.
As always, fighting and killing here were as commonplace as daily meals. No passing strangers would care about this battle.
Suddenly... hmm?
A flicker of surprise passed through Sikong Jing's eyes. Among the watching crowd, he spotted two figures—two utterly unfamiliar figures. Yet these two gave Sikong Jing an exceedingly strange feeling.
A powerful sense of familiarity.
His keen sense of smell still told him that he likely knew these two spectators.
Sikong Jing had only just left the Desolate Sea Forbidden Land not long ago. Very few people he knew could possibly have come here, and in an instant, he reached a conclusion. He inwardly turned solemn. "Red Mountain and Hong Rong... are they watching in disguise?"
He withdrew his gaze and looked again at Le Hun, who was fighting bloodily...
"Though Elder Le Hun hasn't said it aloud, she has always carefully concealed her aura, avoiding every possible danger. Yet Eight Steeds Linked Camp Island has been able to pinpoint our group's location without fail."
"Lian Zhidiao and the others arrived far too neatly. They were definitely prepared in advance."
"This is absolutely