The dull sound of the waves washed over island after island.
A Spirit Shuttle traversed the shallow layers of the sea, occasionally colliding with large fish due to its speed, instantly creating a massive blood mist.
Of course, there were times when the Spirit Shuttle would also surface.
At this moment, even though Ye Jingcheng was looking forward, his Divine Sense was entirely focused at the rear.
Clearly, his mind was in turmoil.
Beside him, the Jade Qilin Flood Dragon had shrunk its body, licking its wounds.
It nudged its head against Ye Jingcheng's hand.
Seemingly confused as to why Ye Jingcheng was struggling to control the Spiritual Ship.
But Ye Jingcheng's Divine Sense was still focused behind them; they had already traveled far, to the point his Divine Sense could no longer sense anything.
He kept telling himself that he was on guard against the Demon Kings of the Celestial Flood Dragon Sea catching up.
