Amid the rolling, ink-black seawater, sinister winds howled.
In the distance, an immense torrent poured ceaselessly down from above the Firmament, throwing up towering white waves.
Peaks clustered like a gathering crowd; waves raged in fury.
The islands and reefs scattered like stars across Evil Dragon Islet were like little boats upon this sea, seemingly liable to capsize beneath the waves at any moment.
Strangely, however, Evil Dragon Islet seemed like a deep well. The waves surging in from afar swiftly subsided when they reached it.
Viewed from high above, it seemed as though a vast mouth lay here, drawing the surrounding waves into an endless, swirling gulp.
And at that moment.
On one deserted reef in Evil Dragon Islet, the atmosphere was heavy.
Ji Yuan held his saber across himself, his expression solemn as he looked up at the dozen or so figures above.
Every one of them possessed Gold Core Realm cultivation. Their leader radiated the presence of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage without the slightest attempt to conceal it.
Compared with the mindless Winged Serpent he had encountered earlier, which had nothing to recommend it beyond brute strength, merely his first glimpse of this opponent sent relentless pulses of dread through the depths of Ji Yuan's Spiritual Platform!
Ji Yuan's heart sank to rock bottom.
Behind him lay a headless body.
Farther back, Liang Zhongkang, Chen Tai'an, and barely a dozen others struggled to maintain a defensive formation, but the presence of every one of them had visibly weakened.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Mu Guishou's head, which had fallen nearby, seemingly still bearing a trace of disbelief.
Ji Yuan's thoughts raced, yet he could not think of even the slightest chance of escape.
This time, things are probably going to end badly.