815 Predetermined Meeting

"Lord Nyfarella, I see the shoreline! We're almost reached land, but I don't see where our supposed opportunity is!" a dark fae alerted the clan leader and raised her doubt.

Looking at the empty shore in the distance, Nyfarella furrowed her brows.

"Perhaps, we have to head deeper inland and enter the Blacksand Desert Region," she speculated.

Meanwhile, Lord Razlar smacked a frozen double-horn demon on the back of the head and roared, "Are you deaf?! Have you all decided to rebel together?!"

Seeing the unresponsive demons not obeying his commands, the Peak Evil Eye Lesser Demon was furious beyond belief.

Nevertheless, the various demons in the Bone Sea started to regain their senses.

"L-lord Razlar?? Did I do something wrong? Why are you hitting?"

The double-horn demon wondered while feeling deeply confused and afraid of the Evil Eye Lesser Demon's wrath.