The old man transformed from the Deep Sea Black Tortoise King led the way, with Shen Lian and the others following closely behind.
The terrain on the eastern side was completely different from the west. There was less of the gentleness of water and more jagged rock formations—the steep cliff faces pierced straight into the clouds, thorny shrubs grew from the crevices, and the air was filled with the sharp aura of wind blades. Clearly, these were traces left behind by the Magic Illusion Seagull's long-term activities.
"Eagle Beak Cliff is up ahead. That bird's dwelling is at the top of the cliff."
The Deep Sea Black Tortoise King raised a hand and pointed at a mountain in the distance shaped like an eagle's beak, speaking quietly to Shen Lian.
The moment they came within a hundred zhang of Eagle Beak Cliff, a wave of Soul Power rippled out from the dwelling at its summit—the Magic Illusion Seagull, which had been circulating its Soul Power inside to heal its injuries, had clearly sensed a familiar presence.
Whoosh—
A purple-black figure shot out from the dwelling and landed atop a huge boulder by the cliff.
It was the Magic Illusion Seagull. Although the frost on its right wing had faded, faint crystalline frost patterns could still be seen, and its aura was several degrees weaker than before. Its injuries had clearly not yet healed.
When its gaze swept over Shen Lian and the others, fury instantly flared in its eyes. Yet when it saw the Deep Sea Black Tortoise King behind Shen Lian, that fury was abruptly replaced by shock.
It stared at the Deep Sea Black Tortoise King as though it had understood something, then shouted at him in a voice hoarse with rage:
"You old turtle! You're a Soul