Demon burial abyss.
In the pitch-black fog, a huge ship was speeding.
Countless specks of light surrounded the ship. They were golden, ancient runes. They surrounded the ship and formed layers of light that blocked the demonic Qi.
The wide deck was filled with figures, and with a single glance, one could see that they were densely packed.
They were all dressed differently. Some were wearing treasured clothing, some were wearing battle armor, but their auras were equally deep, and the immortal radiance on their bodies was equally dazzling.
Even their expressions at this moment were the same. They were all solemn and murderous.
If someone was here and saw the large ship and the cultivators on it, they would be shocked.
