Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2894

The power of space enveloped Sumoon Airship, causing it to disappear from the Grandiuno Sacred Land's mountain gate at an astonishing speed.

After a few seconds, Severin manipulated the massive airship to open a portal, and ventured into the void space. After flying tens of thousands of miles, traversing countless mountains, rivers, and crossing the end of the Eastern Sea, the curve of land began to appear on the horizon.

The passengers on the airship restrained their excitement when they saw that and put on their battle face. Finally, they had reached Cesun.

Severin used his divine sense to quickly scan the floating landmass ahead. It permeated with a stench of blood and there were ghostly lights flickering even in broad daylight.

A boundless black demonic energy shrouded the sky, casting a dark and ominous atmosphere over Cesun, making it look like hell on earth.

Suddenly, Sumoon Airship emerged from the void, casting a vast shadow over the land. With a burst of speed, the airship arrived near the mountain gate of the Wicked Tribe.

In the distance lay the headquarters of Wicked Tribe, with its valleys littered with bones and a chilling wind that sounded like war drums. Under this eerie wind, the entire area within a radius of thousands of miles was filled with deathly stillness, devoid of any signs of life. Strange trees with human faces hung from the ground, and skeletal fish swam in the river beds.

As they progressed, the surrounding demonic energy became denser and heavier.

Just as Sumoon Airship entered Wicked Tribe's territory, deep within the distant mountain, countless spectral disciples sensed the approach of a catastrophe and were abruptly awakened.

"Oh no!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Despite the middle-aged man's fierce appearance and stubborn temperament, he had a subtle mind. He quickly realized that with their current strength, they would likely not be able to escape Severin and the others. Moreover, if Grandiuno Sacred Land dared to attack Wicked Tribe at their homeground, they must have come prepared and would not let them escape easily.

"With our sect leader fallen and our elders dead, our Wicked Tribe is left with only a few level eight supreme paragons like us. In my opinion, we should activate the protective formation and seek help from the Yellow Ghost Tribe!" the burly man said decisively.

With that, he quickly activated a token at his waist, causing the entire mountain to tremble before a colossal formation rose slowly. From the outside, the formation appeared ominous, shrouded in black winds and echoing with the cries of ghosts and wolves.

Seeing this, the others abandoned any thoughts of escape and began to seek help from the Yellow Ghost Tribe in Lasbonrket. Despite the thousands of miles that separated them, for supreme paragon, such distances could be traversed in the time it took to brew half a pot of tea. As long as they could hold out for that short period, they could wait for the Yellow Ghost Tribe to arrive.

With this realization, the terrified hearts of the level eight supreme paragons began to stabilize slightly.