The evening wind suddenly rose.
The night sky ahead suddenly twisted, Spiritual Pressure crushing down, forcibly bringing the speeding Spiritual Ship to a halt.
The protective Array of the ship let out a wail, golden light flashing violently.
"All hands, prepare for battle!"
Zhao Li's expression changed; he summoned his Magical Treasure and hurriedly transmitted a message for all disciples on the ship to be on guard.
Only to see, in the void a hundred zhang ahead, a figure was standing there at some unknown time.
That person was tightly wrapped from head to toe in dense black mist; even his figure's outline could not be seen clearly, let alone his face.
But that oppressive might was no illusion… this person was at least Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer!
"Jie jie jie…"
He let out a weird laugh, his tone frivolous,
