Above the East Sea, a blood battle continues!
Boom boom boom!
The light of destruction continues, five rays of light interweave, violently colliding with each other, moving too fast, their magical attacks too fierce.
Both sides are constantly moving, unleashing killing moves one after another, within a radius of a thousand miles, all is destruction's ripple, savage energy turbulence.
The tides of destruction roll one after another, the fish in the sea far away, dodging for fear of being affected.
Approximately ten thousand miles away, hundreds of cultivators stand, all appearing in human form, yet some have long dragon horns on their heads, some have turtle shells on their backs, some have sharp swords on their heads, some have clawed hands of a crab, some have a human upper body and fish lower body.
These cultivators are bizarre and varied in form, but all exude the aura of Nascent Soul.
They stand in the void, looking into the distance, with a somewhat solemn expression.
