On the outer edge of the island, black and gray waves surged and crashed into the smooth rock walls, causing waves tens of meters high.
Several figures fell from the sky, and the rings on their fingers emitted a faint light, causing the gray fog surrounding hundreds of meters to recede like spring snow melting.
"Survived!"
The figure wearing a dark green cloak spoke.
His hood had long since cracked, and what was exposed to the light was his hair, which was as curly and messy as seaweed. All that was left of his cloak was the fluttering fabric, and the armor under the cloak was also scarred, with some places being completely worn.
Through, stained with blood.
Anyone who sees his appearance can hardly imagine that he is a noble and noble myth.
The owner of the Shadow Island didn't care. Compared with survival, the image of the myth is nothing. What's more, the other myths present are also in the same embarrassment at this moment. They are all people who escaped from death. It's just a matter of survival.
What a blessing.
"Are there no enemies following you?"
He was already like a frightened bird, frequently scanning his surroundings, warily staring at the surging sea tide in the distance, fearing that there would be powerful enemies outside the gray mist.
The most experienced elder, Shinhwa, Haoran Sword Master shook his head and said, "It's generally safe. We have now left the sea of filth. There are no environmental disadvantages. Whether we want to fight or leave, it will be much easier."
"It's just that I don't know what happened to other myths."
Recalling what they had just experienced*, everyone present in Shinhwa was frightened. They were really close to not being able to come back.
No, there are already myths that have fallen to the bottom of the deep sea.
If not...
"Should we meet up with other teams first or...?"
"Let's find a way to meet up, but where to go? That oasis is probably not safe."
At the gathering place, the oasis, after the myths set off, only a few mortal awakeners remained.
Although their strength is not weak, they still don't have much resistance against the myth. At this time, these subordinates may have received the news and fled into the gray mist, or they may have been killed by the evil god's camp.
The Chen family's elder, Shinhwa, said, "I will find a way to contact the Shinhwa of the Gu Yue Dynasty. Now, you all should rest and heal your injuries. In case there is a battle later, you will have the strength to use it."
He looked at Xing Jinglei. Apart from that reason, Xing Jinglei was also the most miserable and seriously injured person.
Um...probably?
The Split Fist Martial Saint looked much more miserable than the Shadow Island Master, but when he thought about the entire battle and evacuation process, this Martial Saint was full of momentum and could not see any signs of fatigue. The old sword master was not sure anymore.
.
There are two other young myths... who came out of the Ranhuo Chamber of Commerce. Are they both freaks?
He muttered in his heart, took out a certain prop from the storage device, and began to tinker with it, trying to find a way to get in touch with his hometown, Mrs. Gong, and old man Nanli.
…
…
At the same time, Teacher Fang had just left the bottom of the deep sea and returned to his home base. When he closed and opened his eyes, he no longer saw the dark and dirty water in front of him, but the bright and bright apostles' dormitory.
White ceiling, simple but elegant crystal lamp, several special plants planted in pots on the side...