A beam of starlight shot straight up from the depths of the sea in the distance. Within it, a qilin roared in fury.
"The qilin's moon-roar—this is a sign that the Eight-Formation Qilin has reached its peak."
A vast, murky vortex surged forward. Within it, the white-bearded Lei Bai, Demon Venerable, whose face was covered in cracks of all sizes, watched the beam of starlight rapidly fade in the distance, his expression startled and grave.
"Looks like City Lord Xing Yichi is in serious trouble. The formation could be breached at any moment. We need to hurry over."
"He has hundreds of thousands of elite immortal troops, protected by the Eight-Formation Qilin bestowed by the Heavenly Court. Surely it hasn't been long since City Lord Xing Yichi went over there—how has he been driven to the brink so quickly?"
Baili Qingping, the red-robed woman standing beside the white-bearded Lei Bai, looked as if she were facing a formidable enemy.
"Too many powerful demons dwell in the Sea Soul Palace, living in groups, and there are quite a few powerful Demon Race tribes as well. City Lord Xing Yichi and his army may be strong, but they're nowhere near strong enough to run amok unchecked. Whatever the case, let's go see for ourselves first. We can only hope we still have time."
He Jiangfeng, City Lord of White Crane City, stood with his robes fluttering. Worry weighed even heavier on his face. He and Xing Yichi were close friends, and the urgency of the moment gnawed at him. He wished he could lead the troops there himself at once.
"Our forces are no larger than City Lord Xing's. If the enemy has enough strength to pin down hundreds of thousands of his immortal troops in such a short time, then even