Three hundred miles outside of Miling Island.
A vast expanse of Yin Wind mixed with ghostly green flames descended onto the sea, transforming into a pitch-black cloud mass.
Eight or nine thin lines dragging tails of red light flew out from around the black cloud, like fireworks blooming in arcs of beauty, shooting out in all directions.
Within the cloud mass, a Giant Spirit Divine as tall as five or six stories stood silently in front of Xuanyuan Hall.
Golden threads of light flowed across the armor, with a swirling mist of red in the center of the face, dazzling bright.
Using the Vermilion Feather Sword, Chen Mu, standing on the shoulder of the Giant Spirit Divine, carefully probed the area of twenty miles around, opening his eyes only after several scans.
"Three hundred miles, neither near nor far, it should be temporarily safe."
Below, five thousand Daoist Soldiers sat quietly on the ground, their expressions anxious yet not daring to move.
