On the Flying Boat, there were many Human Cultivators, but each cultivator had thick iron chains tied to their wrists, flickering with runes, clearly indicating they were Rune Shackles.
The ones driving them were not Cultivators, but the Demon Race!
There were tiger-like creatures as fierce as elephants, golden centipedes that covered the whole body, and giant pythons with a single horn...
At the bow of the boat stood three middle-aged men and women: two robust men, one with a mane around his neck and the other sporting a pair of shiny black horns, while the woman was clothed in bright red, with a feather of five colors tucked into her hair.
Transformative Great Demons!
Carson's heart sank. Just as he was preparing to flee, the man with the mane chuckled and said, "It's rare to come across Human Cultivators here, what a curious sight!"
