"This is..."
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. Then he hurriedly released his immensely powerful divine sense, and war boats appeared in his field of vision one after another. Some flew through the sky, while others sailed through the water. Those war boats varied in size, but their style was clearly utterly different from those of humans.
"It's the Sea Race! They're attacking!"
"They've even deployed war boats. The Sea Race truly has no scruples left—they're preparing to start a great war between the two races."
"Start? Looking at this lineup, this is clearly an undeclared sneak attack."
A clamor of discussion entered his ears, and Lin Xuan's expression turned extremely ugly as well. He had heard that some time ago, several dozen sects and clans on the Human Race's side of the Great Wilderness Sea had been wiped out, but the Shark Race had not deployed war boats then. Now that they had done this, they truly had not the slightest scruple left. It was as if they were declaring war on Holy City—on the Human Race cultivators.
After one hundred thousand years of recuperation, the Human Race and the Sea Race had once again erupted into all-out conflict.
And this deserted island, because it was close to the Shark Race, had become the first wave's sacrifice.
As thoughts flashed through his mind, all kinds of light pillars, lightning, and fire had already come crashing down like raindrops.
Similar to human warships, the Sea Race's war boats combined offense and defense in one, with large numbers of offensive magic artifacts mounted on them.
Powered by Spirit Stones, their might was incomparable!
Looking at that momentum, it was practically as if ten thousand cultivators were attacking at the same time.
Not good!
Lin Xuan's face changed drastically. If he continued