Jian Mingyin looked deeply at Yang Yan for a moment, then gently nestled her head against his chest.
Yang Yan smiled wryly in his heart, standing steadily on a protruding rock, his fiery gaze fixed on the thunderclouds overhead.
The space beneath him continued to twist and collapse, yet stopped abruptly before him.
A massive void appeared beneath, with seawater pouring in relentlessly, forming a colossal whirlpool.
However, none of this caught Yang Yan's attention. His gaze remained locked on that black tribulation cloud.
Ha ha ha!
Suddenly, an ear-piercing laugh seemed to echo from the depths of hell.
Following the sound, an indistinct figure suddenly appeared above the sea, stepping on the towering waves, gradually approaching Yang Yan.
At this moment, Ling Chongzi also suddenly appeared beside Yang Yan.
Accompanying him were two great elders, Yu Wuxing and Yun Yazi.
Both of them had already put away their usual serene demeanor, appearing vigilant.
