The glowing, three-dimensional projection dominating the center of Wang Jian's luxurious cabin displayed a scene of absolute, apocalyptic devastation. The Holy Nether Sea Organization had finally unleashed its full, terrifying, and unadulterated might upon the ancient, pristine grounds of the Ice Heart Palace.
Through the high-definition visual arrays looted from the Golden-Tide Consortium, the cabin was bathed in the harsh, flashing lights of thousands of lethal martial techniques. Tens of thousands of hostile cultivators swarmed the icy, storm-ravaged skies above the sect. Their combined, violently clashing auras created a suffocating, multi-colored storm of destructive spiritual energy that mercilessly battered the sect's massive, translucent blue defensive barriers.
