Xiyue Palace was the most magnificent structure on the entire Suxi Island, its huge magenta dome inverted like a giant cauldron, while an azure-blue full moon hovered above the palace. The moonlight cast by that azure-blue full moon enveloped the entire Xiyue Palace within it.
At this moment, the entire Suxi Island had already descended into complete chaos. Shries and screams rose in an endless stream, and the devil-energy fluctuations of spellcasting waxed and waned, surging in wave after wave. The resulting squall caused the devil banners of both enemy and friendly sides to flap noisily. Right now, apart from the tens of thousands of elites already engaged in battle, over ten thousand Mojie Stone clansmen—whose exteriors were as rough as rock—stood like sculptures behind Xiang Kuang, their cloaks fluttering ceaselessly in the fierce wind.
Xiang Kuang had held Mojie Island for thousands of years, and the clans affiliated with Mojie Island numbered in the hundreds, both large and small. Yet through countless major battles, the Mojie Stone clan had always remained like an indestructible boulder, piling up into successive steps that allowed Xiang Kuang to step ever higher. No matter what kind of enemy he faced, with the Mojie Stone clan behind him, Xiang Kuang never had to worry about enemies attacking him from the rear, unless the Mojie Stone clan were wiped out to the last man.
The military formation formed by the army of over ten thousand Mojie Stone clansmen created a powerful aura, and any chaotic auras in the surroundings were repelled the moment they drew near.
Outside Xiyue Palace at this moment, the armies of both sides were locked in a fierce, intertwined slaughter. Even though Suxi Island was at a disadvantage and had been caught unawares, the Suxi Island faction had been established much