The sea, blanketed in thick dust, still churned endlessly, its waters surging as they always had.
Yet that mountain-like pressure from moments ago had vanished without a trace.
There was no sign of Modo.
Wei He abruptly reacted and looked toward Eldest Senior Sister Yuan Du Zi.
Most of the others had the same reaction as him, turning to look at Yuan Du Zi at once.
Fortunately, Yuan Du Zi was still standing where she had been.
That meant the two of them had not fought.
Whew.
Wei He instantly heard sighs of relief spreading one after another through the crowd.
They were the sounds of people finally letting go of the breath they had been holding.
The battle between Modo, the State Preceptor of the Guangci Cult, and Yuan Du Zi, the master of the Xuanmiao Sect, no longer represented merely the victory or defeat of two individuals.
It represented the pinnacle clash between two nations and two great systems.
Neither of them could afford to lose.
If Yuan Du Zi lost, the entire Xuanmiao Sect would face a catastrophe that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
If Modo lost, it would mean that the true blood system of Wu State was ultimately inferior to true strength.
For a state religion such as the Guangci Cult, which had been forged through faith, this would likewise have enormous and disastrous consequences.
Most crucially, if either of them lacked the ability to completely keep the other behind, what awaited them would be the other's endless assassinations and vengeance in the future.
One was first on the Dao Record, while the other was the State Preceptor of Wu State. If top Grandmasters of such a level resorted to assassination, who could stop them?
That was why Modo had not directly