Kuang Yudao's severe injuries undoubtedly sent the hearts of all the cultivators present plunging to the bottom.
The morale of the Human Race cultivators plummeted.
This was reflected on the vast Spirit Essence Realm battlefield below, where they were beaten back step by step by the Sea Clan warriors.
Fear spread among the crowd.
The strongest cultivator, the foremost among them, had lost his combat power.
Without him holding the line at the front, no matter what powerful methods the others possessed, they would likely be slain by that Ninth Layer Sea Clan expert before they could even use them!
The gap was simply too great!
The hearts of the two remaining True Essence Eighth Layer cultivators sank as though into an abyss.
As top-tier cultivators of the Zhoushan Area, it was not as though they had never exchanged insights on the Dao.
Whenever they sparred,
they would basically be defeated by him within a few dozen moves.
Then how powerful would a Ninth Layer Realm Expert, even beyond that, be?
There was no need to think about it!
"Elder Dao Yan, it seems we can only risk our lives this time! I must have been in seclusion for too long—my mind has gone dull. Who would have thought I'd capsize in a gutter at the very end?"
Looking at the Human Race cultivators below being forced back step by step,
the White-Robed Elder with white hair and beard, who had saved Kuang Yudao, let out a long sigh in the high altitude.
His gaze turned toward Hu Qianjun, who had retreated rapidly several hundred zhang away, his eyes filled with coldness.
"But before I die, I must at least drag this traitor down to see King Yama with me!"
As he spoke,
the White-Robed Elder launched the attack first.