Above the boundless Sea of Blood, a small ark sped forward, flying over the endless crimson ocean.
On the ark, a faint silhouette sat cross-legged, Ye Xiaofan's forehead covered in cold sweat, clearly feeling the ominous aura inside him, eroding every inch.
The only thing he could do now was to quickly expel the ominous aura, performing self-healing.
But hardly had Ye Xiaofan sat down cross-legged when Mo Shiyi and Nangong Jianchen, full of worry, suddenly raised their eyes, both instinctively looking towards the rear of the ark.
Just moments ago, they felt five terrifying auras, particularly two among them, frighteningly terrifying.
Mo Shiyi and Nangong Jianchen exchanged a glance, both quickly walked to the end of the ark, standing quietly at the pinnacle, staring at the five figures speeding towards them, the former's expression gradually growing solemn.
Evidently, they also recognized the five pursuing figures as Yunmo Yue's group.
