The Baleful Mist drew ever closer, and the scene within it became increasingly clear.
Rolling Baleful Mist swept across the sky, spreading in every direction.
It stretched for dozens of miles. At its center was a pitch-black, churning Sea Eye, its vortex soaring toward the heavens.
It emitted an incomparably terrifying aura, as though some shocking horror lurked within.
To the right were dozens of warships, their decks filled with soldiers clad in black armor and wreathed in black baleful energy.
Each warship was commanded by several generals.
They wielded various Treasure Artifacts, each one seething with baleful aura.
On the left were all manner of sinister creatures from the sea—blood dragons, black flood dragons, Sea Yakshas, and more.
They roared and screeched, their terrifying auras pervading the void.
"City Lord, there are too many fiends within this Baleful Mist. This battle is likely to be a hard one."
As the Baleful Mist gradually approached, Wu Jia spoke with a grave expression.
The others atop the immortal city were equally solemn. Faced with such a vast number of fiends, they all felt their hearts tremble with fear.
Among these fiends were more than a dozen Third Order fiends.
And those were only the ones visible on the surface.
To command so many Third Order fiends, there had to be a Fourth Order fiend behind them.
"Five Thunder Ship, launch a Thunder Attack and scatter the Baleful Mist!"
Wu Jia issued the order.
At once, purple lightning flashed from the Third Order Five Thunder Ship that had been prepared at the docks.
A surging mass of purple lightning condensed, like a colossal purple thunderblade dozens of zhang long, and cleaved toward the Baleful Mist.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The violent lightning bombardment instantly blasted apart a swath of Baleful Mist ahead.
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