Strange ships with bizarre designs roamed the skies of the Demon Spirit Continent.
Many alien warriors riding on flying birds and ferocious beasts searched the area with cold, stern gazes, clearly anticipating something.
When Pang Jian and his group emerged from the land shrouded in Mysterious Fog, the icy eyes of the searching alien warriors, filled with intense murderous intent, instantly focused on them.
It was at that moment Pang Jian realized that they were the ones the aliens had been waiting for.
"It's them!"
The aliens and ferocious beasts that had been waiting over three-quarters of the visible land surged towards Pang Jian and the others like a torrent.
"There are several Level 8 alien warriors, and Level 8 ferocious beasts too," said Liou Youyu, pressing her lips together as a nervous unease finally took hold of her. "The Level 8 ferocious beasts here are not the same as those in the Brocade Cloud Fragment Land."
