The sun sank in the west, its lingering glow bathing the earth.
"Roooar...!"
With a heaven-shaking dragon roar.
A massive ship set sail, shrouded in radiant light, magnificent in presence, and densely carved with dragon patterns.
It accelerated at an astonishing speed, finally becoming a streak of light that vanished into the distance, leaving the Demon Race's main camp.
At that moment, on the lowest deck at the ship's stern, Gu Chenfeng looked through the light barrier surrounding the hull.
He gazed toward the distant Borderlands battlefield and Human Race Territory as they receded, his eyes complicated and filled with melancholy.
At that moment, he profoundly understood what "homesickness" meant.
I'm on this side, and home is on the other.
Yes, Gu Chenfeng had no choice. That Dragon Race elder named Ao Li, a woman with a devilish figure and a devil's heart.
She had given him no chance to choose at all: either come along or die immediately.
This woman's cultivation was terrifyingly high, and her strength was even more frightening than Si Mingwei's.
Never mind that Gu Chenfeng had been afflicted with a strange seal that temporarily sealed his cultivation-even if he were still at his peak, she would not need his permission to thrash him.
Besides, this was the Demon Race's main camp. What else could Gu Chenfeng say?
He could only express his gratitude that they had not spurned him and his willingness to return to the Dragon Race's embrace, then board this great ship.
Now, Gu Chenfeng rolled up his sleeve and looked at the dragon-shaped brand shimmering with silver light on his wrist, his brows knitting even more tightly.
After he had boarded, the woman named Xin’er beside the silver-haired woman had branded him.
He had stated that after joining the Dragon Race, all