Night fell. The wonder of three moons rising appeared far out over the ocean, and their three-colored moonlight shimmered across the surging waves. The whole sea was a dazzling, beautiful sight.
Beneath the beautiful night sky, however, this stretch of sea was oppressively tense, with hundreds of Earth Emperor Realm powerhouses gathered here.
Surrounded by so many powerful figures, even the usually composed Jiang Nan and Lan Xin were at a loss.
They were simply too helpless. Among the hundreds of powerhouses around them, far too many were beyond their ability to handle.
Bai Yang's face was grave, but his eyes showed no panic. The situation was dangerous, but he still had a way to save his life. Worst came to worst, he could flee to Earth. Let them try to chase him there...
Though Bai Yang and the others were surrounded, the hundreds of powerhouses around them made no move. It seemed no one wanted to be the first to act.
They had all come for the Imperial Blood. With so many powerful figures assembled, the slightest misstep could spark an unprecedented battle.
After speaking, the Saber-toothed fish tribe's Third Elder quietly led his people to the rear. The others could hunt Bai Yang and his companions for the Imperial Blood; his tribe didn't want to get involved. In the end, they would be the ones to benefit anyway.
Though the Saber-toothed fish tribe had withdrawn, countless saber-toothed fish lay in wait beneath the surface across millions of miles of ocean, already sealing off this stretch of sea.
If the hundreds of Earth Emperor Realm powerhouses really started fighting, the Saber-toothed fish tribe might even have the nerve to wipe them all out here!
If that really happened, things would get interesting...
"Everyone, my Eighth Sister's cultivation is insufficient.