"Island Master of Qingzhu Island, you're inverting right and wrong, spouting nonsense! Since you are seeking death, I shall oblige!"
The Island Master of Wujiao Island roared in fury, bellowed, and directly summoned his lifebound magic treasure, the Wujiao Flag.
As soon as the Wujiao Flag appeared, it burst forth with a dim spiritual light, and vast swathes of thick fog surged out from the flag, rolling towards Zhao Yu.
That Wujiao Flag, a treasure with both water and mist attributes, wielded average might on land, possessing merely the strength of an ordinary superior magical treasure. However, in the ocean, particularly within the special region of Wujiao Island, it could unleash terrifying power, with the fog capable of extending up to three thousand miles.
"Fog?"
Zhao Yu watched the great fog enveloping the surroundings, a flash of peculiarity passing through his eyes.
