"What is that?" Qiu Rong Wanxue pointed at the sky above them.
The sky above was completely obscured by thick, crimson clouds that stretched over the entire vast, boundless sea. These clouds churned without pause, resembling flowing fresh blood, like crimson waves surging across the heavens. Flashes of lightning occasionally streaked through the dense clouds, threatening to tear the sky asunder.
"That's something extraordinary." Li Qiye glanced at the crimson clouds, then gazed out at the vast sea. "Let's go. We've delayed long enough. Little Ghost has probably reached that place by now."
"Shall we fly across?" Qiu Rong Wanxue asked, gazing at the vast sea before them.
"No, flying is impossible here," Li Qiye said, shaking his head. "If you try to force your way into the sky, the lightning will tear you apart. This place is enveloped by an invincible power; no one can fly through. We can only travel across the waves."
