“Should we call over Eminent Elder Mo Cheng and the others?” The Eight Claw Devil Eye Race’s disciple inquired hesitantly. 

Eminent Elder Mo Cheng was one of the Eminent Elders who accompanied them this time, and he was a late-Ninth Heaven True Saint Realm expert.

Upon hearing that, Mo Shuo rejected, “He’s merely a lowly and weak human. So there is no need to alert Eminent Elder Mo Cheng as it’s like killing a chicken with a butcher’s knife.”

“Go call Grand Elder Mo Wentai and others. They are more than enough to deal with this human.”

“Yes, Young Master Mo Shuo!”

Half a day later…

Huang Xiaolong stopped in midair, looking at the enormous river mouth a short distance away. There was a several thousand miles wide opening, and inside this opening, icy blue waters rose into the air, splashing everywhere. On the other side of the opening was a calm blue sky.

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