"More of them?" Five Gu True Lord asked through voice transmission.
In the fierce battle just now, he had expended nearly half his true essence to unleash the spell that united his five gu into one. Although he had wiped out the formidable enemy in a single stroke, he had also depleted himself considerably.
His face was still somewhat pale. He was quietly regulating his breathing, gathering his scattered divine sense back bit by bit and calming his mind.
Qing Sanxiao did not answer, merely shaking his head slightly. His meaning could not have been clearer-it was not those Jingmo Centipedes causing trouble.
All three fell silent, holding their breath and focusing their minds as they adjusted their condition. They stared fixedly in the direction of the tremors, braced for a formidable enemy, watching like tigers eyeing their prey.
The ghostly blue flame at the bow flickered. Its light fell across their faces, dim and inscrutable, each man harboring his own thoughts.
The distant blood sea changed.
Previously, its surface had been as flat and motionless as an enormous sheet of dark red silk. Now, however, it seemed someone beneath the water was stirring it with a long pole. Ripples spread from somewhere far, far away, growing denser and larger as they approached.
When they reached the boat and struck its sides, they produced a series of muffled gurgles, like a pot of water on a stove just about to boil.
As the three watched in alarm and uncertainty, a faint light suddenly appeared, flickering in and out of sight within the distant blood mist.
At first, it was only the size of a soybean, drifting unsteadily through that dark red world like a ghost flame in a graveyard.
But it was indeed coming toward them, and at an astonishing