Slowly and gradually, the previous calm and stability beneath the pitch black sea disappeared. The tumbling ice cold waters were like rampaging beasts, crazily attacking the separated walls of water that formed the channel leading downward. Loud and boundless rumbling sounds filled their air.

Solitary Westgate said, “From this point on, we can be considered as having entered the scope of the mystic realm’s strength. It would be best to be cautious.” For him to say such words with his cultivation, the amount of dread he felt at this moment could be inferred.

Qin Yu nodded, not saying anything.

Leviathan couldn’t help but turn its head, a strange light flashing in its eyes. Although Solitary Westgate had said that Qin Yu was an existence on the same level as him, it couldn’t feel any oppressive pressure coming from his body.

Hum hum, just how much weight did this Demon Sovereign’s words have? It would find out in a moment. If this fellow was just a silver spear with a head made of wax, then it would be best if he returned to where he came from and didn’t seek death inside...