As the saying goes, speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Just as Shen Congfei was wondering about the whereabouts of the Three-legged Golden Dragon and the Aesir's search team, a thunderous sound came from the horizon:
"Everyone, stay calm; we are here now!"
No sooner had the echo of the voice faded than a floating island appeared amidst the clouds.
Countless figures descended from the sky.
Shen Congfei scanned the crowd with a sweeping gaze.
There were magicians or wizards, wielding magic wands, magic books, and magic brooms.
There were cultivators wielding swords and divine artifacts, or even riding mythical beasts.
There were also masters who depended solely on their physical tricks and martial arts, muscles bulging, floating in mid-air.
Not to mention the representatives of technological civilizations and rune civilizations.
The collective sight of these beings was nothing short of imposing.
