All martial artists, all ancestral divine beasts, and even all life within the Zhaolin Realm felt a will.
They instinctively gripped their weapons tightly, lowered their heads to roar, raised their fangs or lifted their sharp claws, and their hearts beat violently.
Because at this moment, everyone felt it.
There was an edge blade, a sharpened sharpness that could cut through and shatter all flesh and bone, drawing close to their necks and eyes; there was a sword tip, exceedingly sharp, that could pierce through any armor or shield, nearing their foreheads and hearts.
That was the signal for battle.
Even if it wasn't directed at them, the overflowing aftershock was enough to make everyone present vigilant, even... tremble.
The remaining will of Wang Jiangzhi at this moment was trembling.
He—or rather, he who was absorbed by the Blood Sea Will—still retained a part of himself at this moment.
