Chu Mi mistakenly believed that Jiang Wang’s dao core was more formidable than that of an Outer Tower cultivator, but this was not the case.

Although his Heavenly Island was vast, solid, and naturally stable, requiring little dao core to support it, it could not be completely unfettered like an Outer Tower cultivator’s.

The reason he could travel at high speed for a quarter of an hour without changing his expression was that the immortal technique, Stepping on Azure Clouds, primarily consumed technique materials, with very little dao core consumption.

With an Azure Cloud Pavilion in the Cloud Top Immortal Palace continuously manufacturing technique materials, he naturally didn’t have to worry about running out. Although the Cloud Top Immortal Palace was far from fully recovered, and the speed at which the Azure Cloud Pavilion manufactured technique materials was not as fast as before, this was also not the time when the Cloud Top Immortal Palace dominated the world. There weren’t so many immortal palace disciples sharing the technique materials, and providing for Jiang Wang alone was more than enough.

Reaching the boundary river at high speed without consuming much energy was undoubtedly an advantage. But perhaps, this was the only advantage.

When the sea race who arrived at the boundary river first in his Sea Lord form entered the field of vision of the Rouge Mirror, Jiang Wang held his breath and stopped.

This was a male sea race with a sharp face and sinister eyes. His sea race characteristic was the black scales on his brow bone.

Jiang Wang knew that the sea race using their Sea Lord form was extremely physically taxing, just like extraordinary cultivators using divine abilities.

In other words, this sea race, whom Chu Mi called Yu Siqing, was certainly not in his peak condition at this time.

But Jiang Wang had no intention of attacking. Since the opponent dared to use his Sea Lord form and rush to block the boundary river, and did so after knowing his record of fighting one against nine, yet still chose to come alone, he must have something to rely on.

He knew himself well. The so-called fighting one against nine had a large element of coincidence. Jiang Wang would not underestimate himself, but he would also not be overly arrogant when considering life and death.

As an enemy, Yu Siqing would certainly not underestimate his enemy, and he dared not underestimate Yu Siqing either. Especially since Chu Mi had already introduced him as one of the strongest high-level commander-class sea races in the Dingwei region.

This fellow stood there silently, as if adjusting his breath – which undoubtedly meant that he was confident that his speed was definitely faster than Jiang Wang’s and that he had arrived before Jiang Wang. Moreover, he was not afraid of Jiang Wang’s possible sneak attack.

Not far behind him was a line of nothingness.

It wasn’t any scene from the maze world, it was just nothingness.

Jiang Wang crept closer by a few steps, and it was still the same. He finally confirmed that the Rouge Mirror could not reflect the boundary river. The idea of observing the boundary river before crossing it was clearly a lost cause.

This was probably because the “boundary river” was a shattered zone of time and space, the most chaotic and fragmented area in the entire chaotic maze world, with no rules to speak of. And the reflective ability of the Rouge Mirror relied on the existence of certain rules. When all rules were shattered, the Rouge Mirror lost its reflection.

Only in this way could it be explained why the Rouge Mirror could not reflect the target.

Fortunately, the scenery beyond the seven-mile boundary river was still clearly reflected. When devising a plan to cross the river, he only needed to lock onto the position of that line of nothingness.

The boundary river was difficult to cross. The fragmented time and space surging within it would tear apart anything and anyone who accidentally fell into it.

However, the maze world was a whole battlefield, and communication and interaction between various areas were necessary. Therefore, both humans and sea races had long since developed a method for “crossing the river.”

The human method was called “crossing bridge.”

In Jiang Wang’s storage box now, there was one hidden, given by Fu Yanqing before he left.

To put it bluntly, the so-called crossing bridge was a bridge made of maze crystals. Under the blessing of a special secret technique, it could span the boundary river, allowing the user to cross safely from the bridge.

The principle behind it was nothing more than using maze crystals to temporarily stabilize the rules in the boundary river.

When the chaos stabilized, that section in the boundary river would naturally not be so dangerous.

From this, it can be seen that maze crystals were truly the most important strategic resource in the maze world, needed in many crucial places.

Jiang Wang’s current goal was to successfully use the crossing bridge to cross the river under Yu Siqing’s interception.

What should he do?

Just as he was thinking, another figure entered the field of vision of the Rouge Mirror.

It was an “old friend.”

Jiang Wang didn’t know his name, but he knew that his Sea Lord form had six wings and eight feet, and was incredibly fast. It was precisely the commander-class sea race whom he had scared away with Forked Path.

This fellow should have come from another direction. Among the sea race below the White Elephant King, perhaps only he and Yu Siqing were the fastest.

At this point, Yu Siqing’s strategy was already very clear. He was clearly going to block the boundary river first, not giving Jiang Wang a chance to cross. Then, starting from the boundary river, he would hunt down Jiang Wang in the Dingwei region in reverse.

Jiang Wang did not know that in order to hunt him down, the White Elephant King had dispatched an entire sea nest army. At this time, the wilderness was already full of sea races roaming around.

But it did not prevent him from making a judgment—

As time went by, more and more sea races would arrive. The hope of crossing the river would become increasingly slim.

Time was not on his side.

However, one Yu Siqing was already difficult to defeat, and now another helper had arrived. How could he break through their combined interception?

Rushing over directly was definitely not an option. The speed of these two sea races was incredibly fast. Perhaps they would be blocked in the blink of an eye, losing all opportunity.

Shui Yingrong landed before the boundary river, looking at the colorful shattered flow, and subconsciously stood back a little.

“Brother Yu.” He bowed to Yu Siqing: “Our King ordered me to hurry over.”

Yu Siqing looked at him with his sinister eyes: “Take a good rest. Washing away the shame of the Shui Ying clan is today.”

He had also appeared in his Sea Lord form and rushed here. Compared to Yu Siqing, whose expression did not change, Shui Yingrong was clearly somewhat over-exhausted.

Although in terms of absolute speed, he was only slightly slower than Yu Siqing, in other aspects, he was much inferior.

Fortunately, he had a True King grandfather, so he didn’t need to bow too low.

Hearing these words, his face was extremely ugly.

The battle with Yu Wanggu’s combat team, where they were besieged by nine and were almost completely wiped out by a cultivator with a Divine Ability Inner Mansion, had long spread throughout the major sea nests in the Dingwei region. Many sea races secretly mocked them, but because of his strength and identity, those who would show this contempt openly were really few.

Yu Siqing himself was likely to become a king, so he naturally wouldn’t care too much about his identity as a descendant of a True King.

Shui Yingrong couldn’t help but say: “Brother Yu must not be careless. That is a human expert with a favored fate talent. I think we should be careful and wait for the subsequent brothers to arrive before saying anything else.”

Yu Siqing didn’t really believe this. How many favored fate talents appeared in how many years? But he couldn’t refute it, because the White Elephant King had already characterized the matter, and if he refuted it, he would be slapping the White Elephant King’s face.

“So what if he is comparable to a favored fate talent?” Yu Siqing said coldly: “Even a favored fate talent, at the general level, cannot do anything to me!”

He moved his gaze away from the boundary river, and even stopped concealing his disdain: “You just rest and recover! Your combat power is already not good, if you don’t rest well and get instantly killed, how can I explain it to King Yi?”

King Yi was Shui Yingrong’s True King ancestor.

These words were undoubtedly a direct slap in the face, Yu Siqing’s sharp retort to his daring to express dissatisfaction.

Shui Yingrong gritted his teeth, and finally sat down cross-legged without a word, adjusting his breath on the spot.

He had thought of it before. But it was the first time he realized so deeply… that battle of being surrounded by nine had become the shame of his life.

No matter who it was, they could use this matter to hurt him!