Thirty thousand nautical miles away, Jiang Dali, who was using his Primordial Spirit to search the Land of Catastrophe, suddenly sensed a faint warning of suppression and threat.
A nearly imperceptible red glow flashed briefly from the direction of the southern sea, instantly drawing his attention and vigilance.
"Hostility? There is not a soul within a three-thousand-mile radius around me, and no sea fish within ten thousand feet dares to show hostility towards me. How could I perceive hostility now?"
Instead of being alarmed, Jiang Dali was pleased. He immediately grabbed the Demon Dragon Bone Spur, which was busy devouring a school of fish in the seawater, and with a powerful exertion of his arm muscles, he brutally dragged it out of the water like yanking a mischievous husky from its food.
"Aow~!"
