The waters of the Yellow River came from the heavens, rushing to the sea never to return.
This scene, this moment—there was no line of poetry more fitting. When a cultivator of the Dongxuan Realm made a move, it was indeed no small matter. Tens of thousands of Yinhun and ghostly beings were swept into the river water, not even raising a bubble before turning into nothingness. They had originally surrounded them in layer upon layer, packed so tightly that not even water could pass through, yet now a path had been forcibly washed open.
When the Sea Race cultivators saw this, they were all overjoyed and hurriedly gathered in that direction with all their might.
A sharp gleam flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes. Green light rose around his body, and he likewise flew over.
However, though the waters of this heavenly river were unmatched in power, they lasted far too briefly. In just a few short breaths, the surrounding Yinhun and ghostly beings fearlessly gathered together again.
The cultivators' expressions could not help turning ugly to the extreme. Yet just then, a furious shout rang out, followed by the crackling sounds of bones bursting and grinding. A savage gleam flashed through the eyes of the cultivator surnamed Li. He clenched both fists, and his figure actually began to swell. In just a few short breaths, he grew by dozens of times, transforming into a giant nearly ten zhang tall, his muscles knotted like coiling dragons, as hard as steel.
At the same time, a wild, ancient aura emanated from his entire body. Who knew whether it had something to do with the cultivation art he practiced? The Trident, which had seemed thick and sturdy before, was now held in one hand like a child's toy.
The cultivator surnamed Li