suddenly, a person came to the seafloor. The seafloor was originally turbid and the sight was too far away. If Lu Chen didn't hear the familiar shouting, he didn't know that the person was his eighth senior brother Yuanyu.

"help, help..." Wu Yu's almost desperate roar was approaching. For the sake of the people in the same family, Lu Chen subconsciously grasped the dragon soul.

when he was about to make a move, there were more than ten experts of ghost sect looming in the turbid sea bottom. It seems that they were dressed in the hell hall.

there was a warning sign in Lu Chen's heart, but he didn't...