บท 149: Chapter 150 The Last Daolord

Zhou Yi summoned the Turtle Chancellor to make meticulous preparations for the Demon King Feast.

Clouds formed beneath his feet, and he flew towards Greenwave Pond, standing on the clouds, he looked down at the myriad mountains and ravines.

"After condensing the Golden Core, in the Cultivation World, one could be considered a famed and named expert; otherwise, given my original temperament, I would probably be using Earth Escape to hasten my journey!"

It was nearly midday.

He could see in the distance where three rivers converged, sparkling with thousands of hectares of rippling waves.

Zhou Yi had just entered within ten miles of the perimeter when a beam of spiritual light flew up from the lake, transforming into a general wearing a helmet and beat-up armor.

A single horn grew from his forehead, his face was pitch black like ink, three-foot-long fish whiskers fluttering in the wind; when he spoke, he opened a blood basin-sized mouth, which was quite frightening.