Ning Yu was scratching the back of her hand like a bamboo shoot, a row of heat rash emerged on her skin.
"Look, that is ..." Liu Zhenhan looked behind the Whale Warriors, astonishment he couldn't hide in his eyes. His lips moved incessantly, his hand trembling slightly, pointing ahead, as if a hungry ghost had leapt out of Hell, or an angel had descended from Heaven.
All Sea Clan turned their heads, the sea and sky blending into one, streams of rosy light everywhere, except for a few seagulls hunting, there was nothing else.
"where?" A dim-witted Magic Shark Knight was still controlling his mount, moving to a different position, craning his neck and peering into the distance.
The others turned around and were dumbstruck.
The Banilou Warrior, covered in blood, stood there, Liu Zhenhan had a sly smile on his face, holding a cheese-like stone in his hand. The stone was already cracking, covered with fresh blood.
