"What happened?"
Aboard the giant warship.
A thousand armored soldiers stood utterly bewildered.
Their cultivation was too meager; they could not see the battle atop the Eastern Sea Domain Rampart at all. They could only infer what was happening from the expressions of the Great Saints commanding the army.
Yet in their eyes, why had the Great Saints, who had been so invigorated moments ago, now become as grief-stricken as if their parents had died, each wearing a sorrowful expression?
Then, from across the sea came a mountain-shattering howl.
Even the sea surged with it.
It was the Ancient Immortal Tower cultivators cheering.
"Could it be?!"
"..."
Before long, the cheers stopped, and the Great Saints in the army began leaping with joy.
Strategist Yu roared, "The Lord of the Underworld is mighty!"
Wo Huoqi's expression shone as the thousand armored soldiers behind him cried out, "The Lord of the Underworld is mighty!"
Their voices were tiny beneath the sea's furious roar, yet they did not hang their heads in despair.
They were the elite of the Underworld, representing the Underworld. They did not truly know what this battle concerned, but they knew they should cheer for Underworld Lord Wu Rong.
The army's might soared!
"They cannot even see the battle between great powers. What are they celebrating for?"
The Underworld Lord gaining the upper hand had clearly stirred up many cultivators of the Mystic Sect.
It drew no small amount of mockery.
Master Rucang, clad in black robes, used his Heavenly Eye Ability to reflect the battle above the giant warship.
They saw the Ancient Immortal Tower great power, Yuan Tong, in his disheveled state.
Wu Rong, holding the banner, stood proudly.
A strange glint flashed through Yuan Tong's eyes as he looked at the Dao scars