'The Mine-Hunting Jellyfish is dead...'
The Third-Order native, sitting cross-legged and lying in wait on the seabed, had a thoughtful look in his eyes.
A ghostly blue light flickered within his eyes, and a few fragmented images appeared before him.
It was the scene of the Ghostly Flood Dragon activating its "Hell's Anthem"!
'This ship... a Second-Order Spirit Ship?'
'But it doesn't belong to the Cyan Profound Sect... a demon-hunting family from nearby?'
'It's fine as long as I wasn't exposed... As for the Mine-Hunting Jellyfish, a lightning-attribute mutant species... It's a bit of a shame, but so be it.'
The Third-Order native shook his head, his expression quite calm.
To hear him speak, it seemed that a Sea Successor Mutant Species that was close to, or even surpassed, a Heaven-grade bloodline was nothing more than a somewhat valuable, disposable pawn.
Why?
