Despite that, no one dared to underestimate him.
The bodies listed on the Wanted Gold List had proven that this disciple of Que Yue was not to be trifed with.
The sun had already sunk beneath the Cloud Sea, the Floating Island had suddenly trembled, then rapidly plunged downwards.
"Have we arrived?" Zhao Sheng muttered to himself.
"Yes, we have. Look over there!"
Following Daoist Zhai Kong's direction, Zhao Sheng softly exclaimed.
He saw it, on the glittering sea, there was an area distinctly unterschiedlich in color.
It was a dim, gray-black zone, occasionally revealing huge bubbles and quickly forming and dissipating vortices, seemingly undergirded by some kind of force from below.
At this moment near the gray-black sea zone, several Floating Spirit Islands and seven or eight large Flying Magical Treasures, comparable to Roc-class Cloud Boats, hovered in the air.
