I must have suffered bad luck for eighteen generations!
Feeling the pus-filled hide behemoth springing across the ice at high speed and giving chase behind him.
The three-eyed youth, Gong Xiyin, looked pale and desperate.
At this moment, this was the only thought in his mind.
His trip to the Northsea Continent was solely motivated by the generous reward promised by Bian Burang, which was why he had agreed to accompany the party.
Who could have imagined that they would hit a snag—what started as the four holy children accompanied by a host of Protectors ended with only two surviving.
As if misfortunes never come singly, just as they were about to leave the Northsea Continent, they unexpectedly encountered Cultivators from the Three Continents.
Worse still, among these Cultivators, there was one so powerful it was terrifying!
In terms of magical combat strength, he was in no way inferior to the current number one holy child of the Holy Sect.
