Zhang Fan stood on the deck of "Divine Vessel No.1," looking a little worried.

He was looking at the void in the distance, a place completely wrapped by the rolling four-colored Demon Aura. The Aura simmered like boiling water, completely blocking out the sight, and even blocking sounds. The strange space seemed to be a mass of dirt smeared in the blue sky, with an inexpressible mystery and gloom, as if there were demons trying to break out of purgatory. A heartbeat loomed in ...