Mo Yun stood in the Void Burial like a true ancient Great Demon, demonic qi endlessly spilling from his eyes.
Demonic qi churned through the sky, while towering waves tens of thousands of feet high rose again and again from the sea, the raging waters resembling the end of the world.
"Found a... little rat."
Mo Yun, standing in midair, suddenly curled his lips upward. When he had been beside Ye Lin earlier, suppressed by Ye Lin's presence, he had behaved far more obediently.
But now that he had left Ye Lin and was no longer under Ye Lin's suppression, his true colors had finally emerged.
Did they really think everyone in the Demonic Sect was a saint? Did they really think a personal disciple of the Demonic Sect Master like him was some kind of good person?
No way, no way.
In an instant, Mo Yun's figure vanished from above the Boundless Sea.
At the same time, in the same stretch of sea, a small boat floated upon the vast waters, with a young man seated inside.
The young man was handsome, with a blade of grass clamped between his lips.
"So this Void Burial is nothing special. All those so-called rankings are empty—only the one who survives to the end is the true winner. I refuse to believe anyone can still find me after I've hidden here."
The young man lay in the boat, looking utterly at ease. The sea breeze continuously brushed past him, and it could not have felt more comfortable.
Yet that pleasant atmosphere did not last long. Gradually, he sensed that something was wrong. The sea beneath him was beginning to surge without cease.
From behind him came wave after wave of incomparably violent power.
"What's going on?"
The young man's expression abruptly turned