Gulu!
Several days later.
Streams of bubbles floated up before the black palace, a gigantic octopus trying to command the newly subdued fishman warriors.
"Shaa!!"
The sound echoed, creating ripples.
Each fishman warrior remained vigilant, scattered throughout the Sea Split Canyon.
Relying on his Spiritual Link to see everything clearly, Chen Feng stood near the deep pit sea eye, his Black Dream Mark long activated.
This journey to the Realm of the Dead had yielded immense rewards; he could already leave.
But he still needed to investigate one more thing.
Immediately, he looked over.
Dressed in a silver church robe, Archbishop Gali led several members of the Storm Church in reinforcing the seal.
Bursts of light intermittently emanated from them, sometimes transforming into storm lightning, sometimes forming frost patterns.
A certain residual oppression was thus awakened, and Chen Feng could vaguely perceive its might.
