A hundred miles away, Master Panshan on the warship rose abruptly, his gaze shocked as he looked in the direction of the Celestial Demon Territory, "Is it that poison flood dragon?"
"It must be. I wonder who dared to provoke that poison flood dragon.
It seems this time, few will be able to pass this ordeal."
A nearby Five-star Divine Realm Cultivator couldn't help but say.
"Don't talk about passing the assessment; who knows how many will make it back alive."
The cultivator in the silver mask said coldly.
"With the poison flood dragon appearing, even we are helpless, everything depends on their luck.
Anyway, we will only stay here for three days. If they haven't returned after three days, they must be dead... The Immortal Technique World is like this, dangers always lurk, one can't blame anyone else."
Master Panshan looked towards the direction of the poisonous miasma marsh and said indifferently.
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