Beneath the deep waters of the Extreme Sea, Jiang Man had been waiting all along.
At the same time, he used the altar to sense what was happening outside.
Through the altar, he could vaguely sense that Zhulong had appeared and begun fighting powerful opponents.
In the image, three beams of light shot toward the sky, blocking the spread of the blazing white light.
Yet even though no light escaped, the surrounding spiritual qi was twisting and collapsing, and the sea's surface was breaking apart in an incomprehensible manner.
Countless volumes of seawater were evaporating.
Jiang Man could sense the altar's fear. It seemed to want to go somewhere far away to clear its mind rather than stay in such a dangerous place.
Jiang Man felt that clearing its mind was the only thing the altar ever wanted to do.
Every time it went to clear its mind, it would find somewhere to go, then run into danger again.
It made it seem as though he was the reason.
In truth, the altar itself was unlucky.
Boom!
Suddenly, Jiang Man felt the beams of light grow immensely large.
They finally connected, and the surrounding space became much more stable.
"Are they planning to surround and trap Zhulong?"
While Jiang Man was still thinking, the image changed again. The silhouette of a dragon that blotted out the sky and sun appeared at the edges of the beams.
All power was twisting.
Then the image shifted again.
Figures stepped out from within the beams, and the sea outside froze for a thousand li.
Even space itself was frozen.
Not only that, the image vanished outright.
There was no telling whether the altar could enter safely either.
Even deep within the Extreme Sea, Jiang Man felt cold.
"Is it really that extreme?"
Cold