One Hundred Thousand Inner Cores!

The so-called inner cores of demonic beasts were just a guise. The real treasure lay beneath the huge island.

This was the information from the Jingdu Martial Arts Association. There was absolutely no mistake.

Looking at the surface of the sea, Yan Guiyi felt more and more uneasy.

He would never feel at ease unless he saw Qin Yu's body with his own eyes.

...

In the sea.

Qin Yu's fresh blood dyed the surrounding sea red.

He opened his eyes with difficulty. The Venerable Fifth Mountain was still hanging on his chest.

"You saved my life again..." Qin Yu stroked the Venerable Fifth Mountain and said in a low voice.

He tried to move his body, and waves of pain came from every part of his body.

Under the invasion of the sea water, his wounds were in unbearable pain.

He stared at his surroundings, which were pitch black.

Then, Qin Yu cast a water repellent spell, igniting a spiritual fire under the sea.