The twenty-seven streaks of light came to a halt after surrounding Ji Ning.
Ning glanced at them. The twenty-seven figures before him were all quite bizarre-looking. These were all creatures that were born as members of aquatic races. Although as World-level cultivators, they could now survive equally well on dry land or in the void of space, they still had an innate fondness for water. Ning similarly could live equally well in water or on land, but he still preferred to dwell on land.
"Eh?" Ning's gaze fell upon the azure-scaled creature's form. He could sense that the painting was being carried by that creature.
"Three paintings!" The azure-scaled creature felt a surge of excitement in his heart.
"Everyone…" Ning spoke out.
"Haha, are you afraid now? Too late!"
"Kill him."
