Hong Li was entwined by the tentacle, getting whipped all night; her throat went hoarse from crying, but nobody came to save her.
It seemed that Ao Long had awakened something strange within him, but he was keeping it under wraps for now.
The joys and sorrows of humans do not influence each other, the same goes for the demons.
For the Sword Sect, this night passed by tranquilly. While elders of the major sects tossed and turned in their sleep, the disciples of the Sword Sect slept soundly.
They all had bright futures, even their dreams were exceedingly sweet.
Far away in the deep sea, Black Emperor Ao Mo suddenly jerked awake from his dreams.
He had a nightmare where his son, Ao Yue, was being roasted on a fire and eaten, and his daughter, Ao Long, was trapped in a fish tank to be used as preserved food.
The dream ended with a gigantic hand scooping Ao Long out of the fish tank, and putting her into a bloody gaping mouth…
