"Really, again?"
Yan Zhaoge rolled his eyes. The current situation was so very similar to when he had gone to the Vast Ocean World for the second time.
Beside him, Ah Hu and Feng Yunsheng could not resist a sidelong glance at him.
"Young Master, why is it that wherever you go, there's a battle happening there?" Ah Hu grinned.
Yan Zhaoge replied in ill humour, "How would I know?"
Still, it was slightly better than the last time. Their group had not landed directly in the centre of the battlefield, simultaneously facing the attacks of both sides.
Still, this great battle was even more intense than the one between the Spirit Returning Sect and Green Snake Island had been.
Sparks seemed to fly between the combatants, blood flowing into rivers. As Yan Zhaoge and the others gazed over, they could see corpses and skeletons littering the area.
Fresh blood had already solidified on the ground, resembling a black marsh.