Li Yunjing exchanged a glance with the Peak Master Alchemy Tripod, and both of them flew towards the "Shenxiao Battleship".
Along the way, the four people remained silent, vigilantly observing their surroundings.
Li Yunjing gazed down at the vast ocean below, his mind filled with countless thoughts.
This time coming to the East Sea, it seems things aren't going smoothly.
Perhaps it won't be as smooth as the first time the "East Sea Alliance" was formed.
As Li Yunjing and the others were returning to "Shenxiao Island", a thousand miles away, Yu Mozi suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning ashen.
"Sect Leader, what's wrong?"
The two Supreme Elders beside him were taken aback, quickly asking.
Yu Mozi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his withered fingers deeply pressing into his palm, beads of blood seeping from his nails dripping onto the deck.
"Li Yunjing..."
