"It seems there's a fight going on outside."
Han Yu was curled up inside the cauldron, waiting for the storm to come, but he hadn't sensed any movement. At this moment, the Artifact Spirit suddenly smiled and spoke.
He quickly got up, grabbing the edge of the cauldron and poking his head out, his expression immediately becoming vivid.
In the sea, twelve figures were relentlessly chasing and attacking an unlucky soul, the scene was simply brutal.
Of course, more importantly, among those twelve figures, he happened to recognize one of them: Daoist Liu Zongyuan.
If it were him, then there was no need to guess the identity of the other eleven; they must be the other eleven mad dogs of the Celestial Dao Sect.
There was nothing he could do, as he knew nothing about the Celestial Dao Sect, he could only use the Soul Splitter's words.
