"Watch out!"
Shen Lian shouted low, gripping the Destruction God Staff in reverse as a dark-purple Soul Power barrier instantly unfolded.
Boom!
The attack slammed into the barrier with a thunderous crash. The wind blades shattered against it, while the illusion energy spread like ripples across water, failing to affect the warship in the slightest.
With a flick of his wrist, the gem atop the Destruction God Staff lit up, and a beam of dark-purple divine light shot back in the direction the attack had come from!
"Shriek—"
A piercing cry rang out. A streak of light flashed through the air, barely evading the divine beam before landing on a nearby reef.
Only then did everyone see it clearly. It was an enormous seagull—its feathers an eerie purple-black, silver patterns interwoven across its wings, and its gaze sharp as blades. It was a five-hundred-thousand-year Magic Illusion Seagull.
Before Shen Lian could speak, light flashed around the Magic Illusion Seagull's body, and it transformed into a middle-aged man—dressed in a purple-and-black robe, with purple-black hair matching its feathers and a hawk-like sharpness at the corners of his eyes as he stared fixedly at Shen Lian and the others.
"Who are you people?"
The Magic Illusion Seagull spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice, its tone filled with vigilance and arrogance. Then it continued:
"You dare trespass into my territory. What are you after?"
Shen Lian looked at him, his tone calm yet carrying an unquestionable authority:
"We came to this continent to make this land submit to me."
"Submit to you?"
The middle-aged man seemed to have heard the greatest joke in the world. He sneered. "Other than that old thing in the west of the continent, I've never heard anyone dare speak to me like that!"
Before his words had faded,