Northeast of Jixian Island, in the depths of a certain ice valley, a figure appeared out of thin air and landed on the flat ice surface.
Zhao Sheng slowly ascended, surveying the surroundings, and discovered that the terrain of Jixian Island had undergone a drastic change over the years.
Previously, ice mountains stood tall, the terrain was rugged and complex, but now it was vast ice plains and canyons, the ice surface smooth as a mirror, sealing countless chaotic things.
At this moment, more than ten miles away, a bloated monster like an octopus was meandering across the ice.
Its entire body was pitch black, covered in densely packed pale bone spurs, seven or eight enormous tentacles protruding from its abdomen like octopus arms.
"Sea Demon?!" Zhao Sheng murmured to himself as he gazed at the octopus monster, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.
Ah, so that's it!
