After breaking through the mist at the nine-thousand-eight-hundred-li mark, Fang Yun collapsed to the ground and fell fast asleep.
Then, more than twenty Demon Kings broke through the mist one after another and stood beside Fang Yun.
The Water Race Demon Kings tempering themselves in the Dragon Might Land ahead looked back in surprise, unsure what had happened.
Twenty-six Water Race Demon Kings stood not far from Fang Yun, as though attending a gathering.
There was an enormous Whale Demon King, an exceptionally beautiful Jellyfish Demon King, a Sailfish Demon King with a huge fin rising from his back, and a Turtle Demon King bearing a hard shell the size of a house... yet more than half the Demon Kings wore grim expressions.
The only Turtle Demon King among them said with a grin, "Nine thousand eight hundred li! Come on, come on! Those who bet that the Literary Star Dragon Noble couldn't reach nine thousand eight hundred li within seven days, I'll be keeping your Violet-Gold Pearls. Those who bet he could make it will get back twice their stake. Dragon Kings over there, you're welcome to join this old turtle's betting pool too. I'll set a deadline, and you can bet on whether the Literary Star Dragon Noble can reach the next hundred-li stretch of Dragon Might Land within that time. Each Demon King can bet only on 'yes' or 'no.' You can't bet on both."
Several Water Race Demon Kings nearby smiled, not bothering to pay Gui Cong any attention, but four Demon Kings were tempted and began heading back toward the white mist.
Violet-Gold Pearls were divine treasures the Water Race used to strengthen their bodies and blood qi. All Water Demons below Sainthood needed them, and using them was simple: swallow them directly, then dissolve