Inside the Space Wormhole, star-silver flowing light raced backward on all sides.
The wormhole Danta had opened did not lead straight to the Jia Ma Empire. Instead, it first connected to the edge of the Black-Corner Region, then Xiao Fan used spatial power to forcibly turn it toward the northwest. If it were an ordinary Dou Zong, merely standing inside such a long-distance spatial passage would have been enough for the turbulence to crush their Dou Qi into disorder.
But at that moment, Xiao Fan only stood at the very front.
The Dou Qi of a five-star Dou Zong was not ostentatious, but it was exceptionally steady.
Colorless Fire armor faintly covered his arms and chest, and dark-gold dragon patterns flickered in and out beneath the firelight. Whenever spatial turbulence slammed into them, that layer of fire armor would ripple lightly, dissolving most of the impact.
Xiao Yi Xian stood at his side, grayish-purple poisonous fire withdrawn into her palm. She did not speak, only glancing at Xiao Fan's profile from time to time to confirm that his aura had not slipped out of control from forcing their journey.
Zi Yan, meanwhile, was rarely quiet.
She hugged her bag of Sugar Pills, yet did not eat a single one.
The Ancient Void Dragon was the most sensitive to space. The closer they got to the northwest, the more she could smell an odor that made her extremely uncomfortable.
Heaven Demon Phoenix.
And Soul Hall.
That cold, greedy aura, carrying the bloody stench of a feathered race, was like tiny needles piercing her even across distant space, making her frown.
"Xiao Fan."
Zi Yan suddenly spoke, her voice much lower than usual.
"There's the scent of Dragon Island ahead."
Xiao Fan's eyes shifted slightly.
Qing Lin also opened her eyes, light