Chapter 809: Chapter 712: Demon Fleet
The Endless Abyss is as boundless as its na implies, with most areas shrouded in ignorance, like those incompletely evolved places when the world was newly born.
Such places are far more dangerous than the Star Realm River.
Suddenly, a rainbow light swiftly traverses the sky, falling into a certain area and transforming into a black-winged fang insect, precisely a patrol among the black-winged fang insects.
This patrol briefly identifies the direction and continues toward the target, but its speed slows down considerably.
“Almost there, I hope that Abyssal Stone is still here.”
After advancing a considerable distance, the patrol slows down further, a flash of light emanates from its body, with specks of fire drifting out and coalescing into a cluster of black and red flas.
The flas burn intensely, and a small stone mirror erges from them.
“Did it drift away?”
“Or was it knocked away by sothing?”
Seeing that the mirror’s surface remains static, the black-winged fang insect turns again into a sorcerer.
Ivan continuously employs thods on the stone mirror, with invisible waves rapidly spreading to the surrounding area, yet he still receives no feedback.
“It seems it has indeed moved away.”
He is not anxious about this and once again morphs into the black-winged fang insect, rolling up the stone mirror, and leisurely exploring the surroundings.
Abyssal Stone is a good thing, but only for a very few; to most beings, it is rely an indestructible, unusable stubborn stone, at most considered a fantastic item, not a treasure.
Not much ti has passed, he believes the Abyssal Stone is still nearby.
Indeed, after a thorough search, the mirror designed to locate the Abyssal Stone suddenly senses sothing, and a black spot appears clearly on the mirror’s surface.
Ivan hurriedly flies toward the location indicated by the mirror.
Shortly after, a grayish-white stubborn stone appears ahead, only about ten ters long, which wouldn’t be enough for most enormous predator beasts to rest upon.
The patrol that provided the clue once attempted to smash it, almost injuring itself, leaving a deeper impression.
Ivan inspects it carefully, finding it truly a material extrely difficult to refine, but with no issues, he readily stores it away.
“A good start, an auspicious sign.”
The vast Chaos Well of the great dinsion is so wide, and an Abyssal Stone of less than five hundred cubic ters is clearly not enough, he doesn’t linger there, and soon sets back on the road of search.
A rainbow light cuts through the air, disappearing far away in a blink.
…
Desolate Heavens.
A fleet of demon-styled warships sails quickly, totaling eight ships, forming a mysterious formation centered in a middle area, giving off an extraordinarily grand aura.
Upon closer inspection, one can find that among the eight demon warships, a crude Nether Iron Chain is shackling an object.
One end of the Nether Iron Chain connects to each demon warship, the other end falls upon a skeletal dragon covered in a deathly aura, with so chains tying around the dragon’s neck, so hooking directly onto the bone wings, and others tightly winding around the side ribs or back vertebrae.
The chains are covered with abyssal runes, occasionally flashing with bright glows.
Suddenly, the securely chained skeletal dragon lets out a resounding roar, its fierce aura imdiately soaring, causing the chains to jingle, even the surrounding demon warships are affected, starting to violently rock.
“Heh heh heh, another target has appeared, looks like we can lead the pack this ti.”
“Stop cackling, quickly move the warships aside, let the Catastrophe Sovereign Dragon lead the way; if we delay and let the target escape, it’ll be your fault.”
“Didn’t you hear the Farah Saint Legion Commander’s words? Clear the path quickly!”
Machinations arise aboard the demon warships, quickly, the entire formation undergoes a significant shift, the skeletal dragon leads the charge, flying ahead, while the eight warships follow behind, as if pulled forward by chains.
On the decks of every demon warship, besides tall demons, there are also figures short in stature, cloaked.
These short figures also exude a rich aura of death, through cloaks occasionally stirred by the wind, the dried corpse-like face beneath the hood can be glimpsed.
Turns out it’s Corpse Witches, also known as Witch Demons.
That mountain-like skeletal dragon is evidently controlled by these Witch Demons.
Led by the skeletal dragon, the demon warships advance swiftly, until another ‘mountain ridge’ appears in the distance, with a fierce aura faintly approaching.
“Farrah Saint Legion Commander, the first warship requests to strike!”
“Second warship requests to strike.”
“——”
Seeing this scene, the demons aboard the warship beco restless, many rush to request to fight, fearing falling behind others.
The Farrah Saint Legion Commander doesn’t dampen the fleet mbers’ enthusiasm, a clear ‘approved’ transmits into the eager demons’ ears, and upon receiving orders, so demons soar from the warships, swiftly passing the skeletal dragon ahead, flying toward the farther target.
“Roar!”
This fervent atmosphere provokes the skeletal dragon to agitate, almost threatening to devour the demons passing overhead, yet the Witch Demons on board promptly restrain it.
The departing demons pay no heed to this.
As the distance between both sides rapidly closes, the distant mountain ridge reveals its true form, unexpectedly it’s an enormous predator beast, with a length of at least four to five thousand ters, upon sight, it is evidently tough to deal with.
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