Outside, it was tumultuous.
But Ye Qingchen had already fled into the East Sea.
Earlier, the only reason he stayed behind was to buy time for Su Moran to escape. Now that reinforcements from the Thirty-Six Sects were coming to encircle, he naturally had to leave.
The vast East Sea, boundless and endless.
Boom!
A cyan light gathered abruptly, swiftly and rapidly streaking across. The calm sea surface instantly surged with towering waves, causing many boats to rock left and right, almost turning into a sea of rage.
"What is that?"
Offshore.
Many loose cultivators were staying on scattered islands.
Ever since the Thirty-Six Sects sealed the East Sea, they had been residing here, all staring dumbfounded into the distance.
Ye Qingchen streaked by like lightning, leaving a white wave on the sea surface, much like the mighty tide a Sword Dragon creates when riding the wind and breakers, stretching from the coastline to the horizon.
"Chase! Chase after him!"
