Although he said this, the Xuan Bird was anything but slow. When it flew at its full speed, it was even faster than Tang Feiji, and the huge storm created by the flapping of its wings prevented the bone dragons from getting close.
Tang Xian didn't speak, just silently watched the scenery below the bird's back.
An endless sea of bones.
Since a while ago, Tang Xian had a certain worry in his heart—Eden's power seemed to only be effective against living entities, with no effect on mechanical objects and the dead.
Whether these monsters attacked him or he attacked them, there was no hint of resistance generated in his sea of consciousness.
It was the same obsession, yet these obsessions from the Netherworld seemed different from the monks beneath the deep sea.
The obsession of the Sea God seemed to have created a true life, whereas the obsessions in the Netherworld, after all, were still dead things.
