Over their years wandering the Boundary Sea, everything had gone smoothly for them.
Ye Fan, the Ruthless Great Emperor, and the others had used themselves as bait, killing many Fallen Immortal Kings and True Immortals and reaping rich rewards.
But walk the roads at night often enough, and you would eventually meet a ghost. This time, the fish they had hooked was simply too big!
So big that even Jiang Zhu, the safety net backing them up, could not contain it-and risked being torn apart.
They had run headlong into the World-Destroying Army. Those three ordinary Fallen Immortal Kings had merely been its advance guard.
Behind them, one immense black ancient ship after another sailed slowly across the Boundary Sea, radiating dense auras of ill omen and deathly silence.
Each ancient ship resembled a moving dark star, its hull carved with hideous skulls and eerie runes, as though forged from the remains of countless worlds.
Tattered battle standards hung from their bows, silently recounting one devastating campaign after another.
Upon those ancient ships stood countless densely packed dark creatures clad in black armor, their auras sinister.
They belonged to different races, some humanoid and others beast-shaped, but without exception, all radiated a dense darkness aura.
Most alarming of all... figures stood upon the bows of the largest ancient ships at the front.
There were not many of them, only twenty-odd, yet the aura of each was like a cosmic black hole, unfathomable and terrifying, making the surrounding Boundary Sea tremble and wail.
Immortal Kings.
And at least twenty Dark Immortal Kings!
After sensing this army, Jiang Zhu had taken everyone aboard their ship except Ye Fan and his four companions into the Demon-Refining Pot. Alone, he had intercepted the army, hoping to hold it back for a while.
He had