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Looking up, they saw the gloom in the heavens gradually dispersing, several wisps of clear light already filtering through the gaps in the clouds.

The hall was silent, with only solemn breaths lingering in the air.

They had always trusted Li Tian as surely as iron.

After all, on Mount Tai's peak, he had fought several Heavenly Dao Saints alone without falling into the disadvantage;

Even when Heavenly Lord Yuanshi came in person, Li Tian had calmly forced him back—

With such means, who in the Primordial Wilderness could stand against him?

The national preceptor's triumphant return was only a matter of time.

But more than that, a cloud of doubt weighed upon their hearts:

Who exactly had seized the lifeline of the Human Race tribes from the shadows, bringing down months of ceaseless rain and driving all people into hardship?

Before the thought had even settled—

Ripples suddenly spread through the void, like rings on water.

Li Tian's figure stood steadily in the center of the great hall, his sleeves unmoving, his aura as deep as an abyss.

The Four Sea Dragon Kings followed close behind, all having taken human form as they staggered to their feet.

At that moment, the four wore tattered clothes streaked with blood. Their magnificent crowns had been destroyed, and their dragon scales had dimmed.

Where was even a trace of the majesty they once possessed as rulers of the seas?

It was all the result of the earlier formation's backlash—injuries to flesh and bone, their spiritual platforms clouded.

In the end, Li Tian could not be blamed for striking too ruthlessly—

Had they not fought to the death without retreating, preferring to break rather than bend, Why would they have forced him to unleash such thunderous means, leaving no room for mercy?

Fortunately,