Upon the island.
The storm continued to sweep in all directions, erupting with terrifying killing power. Every wisp of wind blade contained heaven-shaking chaotic force.
It blanketed the sky and covered the earth, madly slicing through the hundreds of thousands of remaining Yin generals on the island.
Moreover, that chaotic force contained power of utmost hardness and pure Yang, so every attack inflicted exponentially greater damage upon these Yin Universe generals.
For a time.
The entire island rang endlessly with shrill screams and panicked, furious roars.
One Yin general after another fought with all their might, trying to withstand the tearing of the terrifying storm, but it was useless.
Their final destination was to be gradually obliterated within the storm.
Not even a speck of dregs remained.
"No..."
They watched their companions die one after another.
And they themselves were awaiting death's verdict.
The remaining Yin generals completely broke down. They let out unwilling roars, their entire bodies trembling.
Unfortunately, it was all futile.
No matter how they struggled, it was of no use. The entire island had now been completely sealed off.
In other words, no one on the island could get out.
So even if they could barely withstand one wave of the storm, they could not possibly withstand the second or third.
As this repeated itself, the number of living beings on the island plummeted at an astonishing speed.
This included not only the Yin generals of the Yin Universe, but also the native beings who had charged onto the island afterward.
Under the storm's cutting, they too were obliterated one after another.
Time passed swiftly.
A little over two hours later.
The island fell completely silent. Other than Lin Baichuan at the center of the great formation, there was no living person left.
A minute earlier,