Fang Yun smiled and said, "I have discovered something very interesting. You are neither worried that I might not enter the Crime Sea, nor worried about the Dragon-Suppressing Seat's final location. In other words, you have powerful assistance within Dragon City."
Fang Yun had only spoken half a sentence when Lang Lu's eyes flew wide open. The Fire Prison Plain within them became even clearer, and the Sacred Might across several hundred miles suddenly intensified. Fang Yun was too close; faint abrasions appeared on his skin, and tiny beads of blood seeped out all over his body.
A breeze drifted through the sea, incomparably gentle, yet carrying an undying intent.
Fang Yun's words were completely sealed away by the Sacred Might. Even if there were Half-Sages within Crime Sea City, unless they shattered Lang Lu's Sacred Might, they would be unable to hear Fang Yun's words.
The Plague Lord's incarnation was not his true body after all. At first, he had not understood what Fang Yun meant. Only after Fang Yun finished speaking did he understand why Lang Lu had used Sainthood to seal the area.
The Plague Lord looked at Lang Lu and did not dare recklessly restore Fang Yun.
"You talk too much." Lang Lu's voice had originally been utterly ordinary, but drifting from his thousand-zhang body, its tone became completely different.
Fang Yun stared into Lang Lu's hellish eyes and said, "It seems my previous guess was entirely correct."
The Plague Lord hurriedly said, "Even if your guess is correct, it is useless, because you are about to die!"
"When have we scholars ever feared death? I hope Lord Lang Lu can fulfill one small wish of mine. I want to know who forced me into the Crime Sea and intended to use the Demon Barbarians' hands