Sunrise and sunset.
The island where the Eastern Region martial artists had gathered was surrounded by an endless expanse of water. At sunrise, the sea glittered with rippling waves, reflecting the golden hue that symbolized new life; at sunset, it turned scarlet, surging like flames.
Almost all the Eastern Region martial artists on the island looked up at the sky, watching the crimson sun slowly descend and sink toward the opposite end of the sea.
Dusk was drawing near.
All the Eastern Region martial artists turned their gazes toward Lin Bai atop the mountain.
At that moment, Lin Bai stood on the mountaintop, surrounded by a group of Saint Sons from the top sects, including Qian Hen, Shui Mo Dan, Meng Qinxian, and Yi Heze.
Behind them, Bai Yifei, Zhou Xinjin, and the other high-ranking disciples of the top sects stood tall with their heads held high, coldly watching their surroundings.
The remaining Eastern Region martial artists had scattered throughout the island. They had already chosen their positions for the attack. As soon as Lin Bai gave the order, they would launch their assault.
"Sigh!"
Lin Bai stood atop the mountain, his face shrouded in gloom that refused to disperse, a sharp killing intent filling his eyes.
Two days had passed.
Lin Bai still had not awaited Chu Tinghan's return, nor had he received any news from Yi Song, Nie Shang, or the others.
He was completely isolated and without aid.
Today was the two-day deadline Lin Bai had set. Once the setting sun sank beneath the sea and vanished completely, he would issue the order to begin the decisive battle.
Lin Bai had originally thought that two days would be enough time for Chu Tinghan, Yi Song, and the others to arrive. He had not expected to miscalculate after