As Ye Xiaofan got closer, these changes became increasingly evident, feeling as if his blood was boiling furiously, his passion ignited.
Even the bones within his body seemed unbearably hot.
However, Ye Xiaofan didn't pay too much attention, thinking it was simply a physical reaction to hearing the news of his master's salvation.
As countless fearsome silhouettes approached, numerous arks, flying swords, and various peculiar flying devices suddenly converged on the blood-colored mountain range at the center of the blood sea.
Yet, these arks did not fly directly into the mountain range but slowly descended.
"Brother Ye, descend, the ark must not directly cross the mountain range." Mo Shiyi repeatedly urged.
