C565 Yellow Holy Mountain

In the vast Dark Nether Sea.

It was pitch black.

The tides surged, and the black fog lingered.

This place was like a vast and independent world of death. As soon as it descended, one could smell the thick smell of blood.

On the reefs in all directions, blurry figures with green eyes were constantly sweeping their gazes towards the surface of the sea.

Jiang Dao's heart was cold