Over a boundless stretch of sea, deafening explosions rang out from time to time. The surface churned violently, throwing up towering waves hundreds of zhang high.
Four men and one woman were besieging a blue sea buffalo, with Han Xuhong and Song Ziyao among them.
Han Xuhong was currently at the middle Spirit Transformation stage. Since his cultivation had been too low before, he had not taken part in the great war.
The older generation of Spirit Transformation cultivators in the Myriad Dharma Sect had suffered grievous casualties, leaving many vacancies for the younger generation. With his clan's support, Han Xuhong had already caught Song Qingqing's eye.
The Myriad Dharma Sect had little influence on other cultivation planets and possessed no territory. Han Xuhong and several Spirit Transformation cultivators had to hunt demon beasts to earn cultivation resources. By comparison, the Han Clan's Spirit Transformation cultivators had it far better. They only went out to hunt demon beasts occasionally, merely to gain experience in magical combat, nothing more.
The Han Clan possessed territories, mineral veins, and shops on multiple cultivation planets. Clan members at the Spirit Transformation stage escorted goods or attended gatherings; they did not spend much time hunting demon beasts.
Han Xuhong had no complaints. He knew his own worth well and worked hard to climb upward.
The blue sea buffalo stood within a massive vortex, its body drenched in blood, white bones faintly visible beneath its flesh. It looked gravely weakened.
"Finish this quickly. Don't drag it out any longer."
Song Ziyao urged them. With a flick of her right hand, a red-glowing palm-leaf fan appeared in her grasp. Runes flickered across it, emanating an astonishing fluctuation of fire spiritual qi.
With a light wave of the fan, countless profound red runes lit up on its surface.