At the same time.
Along the coast of the West Continent.
Over a thousand Legendary Tier experts and nearly a hundred Demigod Tiers stood ready in formation.
Hundreds of millions of elite troops formed battle arrays, their various armors gleaming with a cold light.
"Rumble..."
An earth-shaking roar came from the distance.
All the experts raised their heads and looked into the distance.
At that moment, as the ice storm that blotted out the sky and seemed capable of destroying everything swept toward them.
All the Demigod Tiers and Legendary Tiers operated intricate formations like the stars of the Zhou Tian, trapping him tightly within a mountain of corpses and sea of blood. Xiaodong could only watch helplessly, yet... he could do nothing.
"This won't do. If this keeps up, this temple will fall sooner or later!" A bearded man in a duckbill cap muttered to himself, his face pale and his lips trembling from time to time.
Meng Wanfeng's blade had now been broken by Qin Yi. Cold sweat streamed down Meng Wanfeng's face as he stared wide-eyed at Qin Yi. The arrogance in his gaze had vanished, replaced by fear and wariness.
Compared with a contest decided in a single battle, this unrestricted sparring with no limit on the number of matches or opponents better demonstrated overall strength and was fairer.
But over the past ten years, the visits had become less and less frequent. In the past five years, there had not even been a single visit.
That Bloodthirsty Black Ant Mosquito had already pounced at the first opportunity. Like a black bolt of lightning, it was unbelievably fast. In a flash, it charged past the edge of the mirror, bit off a piece with a crunch, and made it shriek miserably in pain.
"Go back on