Faced with such an unexpected situation, several Celestial Demons lounged lazily, for them, standing still was never a bad thing.
Whether to hide or take a risk, they had already made their choice for surviving until now.
Ninety-five percent of the creatures who chose to take risks are dead. And those who have been hiding till now, have stumbled to the Celestial Tier, what's wrong with that?
As an unusual True Immortal, Wang Xuan could roughly grasp the situation there from a distance of a hundred miles, but he couldn't know the specifics.
Mental Power quietly influenced these Celestial Demons, Wang Xuan hid within their bodies, layering several spaces, wiping his traces clean.
The Great Sea Serpent that was just lounging idly was now boiling with enthusiasm, its whole body itching unbearably: "I seem to sense the breath of the Dragon Race, there must be Direct Lineage of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest battling enemies."
