The smoke and dust settled; all was still.
With the Demonic Calamity eliminated, the fighting spirit of the Immortal Kings gradually dissipated as well. They no longer possessed the razor-sharp edge they had arrived with.
There was no other reason. Even the Great Yan Divine Venerable, who had once swept the world without finding a rival, had failed to return from the Divine Sea. What hope did anyone else have?
As for taking the initiative and setting out on the expedition, that was even more inadvisable.
Everything they knew was mere speculation. No one could say for certain whether some great terror lurked in the depths of the Star Sea, burying every Immortal King who had ever ventured there!
To press the attack now would be no different from walking into a trap. If they truly threw away their lives, that would be the real case of gaining nothing and losing everything.
"We still cannot be certain that they truly went to the other shore of the Divine Sea."
Shen Yun suddenly spoke, calm as still water. "A cautious sailor can sail a ship for ten thousand years. I will make the trip myself. You will hold the line here."
"We obey Heavenly Venerable's decree."
The several giants present clasped their hands one after another, without the slightest objection.
Of those who walk a hundred steps, ninety count as only half the journey. Given the Underworld Clan's past treacherous conduct, who could guarantee this was not an empty-city stratagem meant to lure them into lowering their guard before launching another ambush?
Yet no one worried in the slightest for Shen Yun's safety. Deep down, they had long regarded him as an invincible existence beneath heaven; there simply could not be any mishap.
The next moment.
Shen Yun lightly tapped