With the support of the sea of Jingyuan, Yi Yu flies on the sea. Naturally, there is no danger of lack of vitality. The flying shuttle offered by Yingying flower seems to pay no attention to the consumption of the spirit. The two shadows shuttle across the sea in a flash, as fast as lightning. Gradually, the surrounding environment has become dangerous.

sobbing, sobbing

on the whole sea, there are countless voices of crying and howling. Thick black clouds cover the sky and block out the sun. The dark storm pervades the sky. It's actually a layer of space rolling down.

"this is..."

Yi Yu is a little surprised. He...