The Dragon Snake drifted through the depths of the sea, its cry for help sharp with fear.
"Divine Envoy? Are there others?"
Hearing the Dragon Snake's cries, Su Changkong's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of alertness arose in his heart. Apart from the Dragon Snake and Jiang Yuanwu, could there be a third enemy in the Ancient Sea?
Su Changkong's Primordial Spirit radiated fluctuations, constantly aware of his surroundings, but he detected no anomalies, nor could he rule out the possibility that the Dragon Snake was merely bluffing to intimidate him.
"The Divine Envoy... It's impossible for it to appear."
The Dragon Snake, its mouth and nose bleeding, felt a surge of intense despair. It was very clear to him that a Divine Envoy wouldn't risk showing itself for his sake and would simply stand by and watch him die.
"Damn it... the Dragon Snake has lost!"
Jiang Yuanwu's face contorted, twisted.