More than four hundred War Gods who had come to provide support stood on Changxing Island's shore, staring at the scene in stunned silence.
From this distance, they could not make out many details.
They could only see enormous columns of water erupting into the sky from time to time, followed by countless tons of seawater being hurled into the air by powerful shockwaves.
The vast quantities of seawater soon fell back down, hanging rainbows across the horizon with a strangely beautiful effect.
But every one of them knew that there, Lord Level sea monsters numbering almost as many as all of them combined were being repeatedly trampled beneath Bai Yang's feet as if they were ants.
And that was indeed what Bai Yang was doing. He needed no extra movements—he only had to walk forward.
Under such terrifying acceleration, monsters capable of surviving that kind of wind pressure were exceedingly rare.
Any monster below Lord Level would be blasted into fragments by the hundreds or thousands the moment it came into slight contact with the immense shockwave.
No matter how many such monsters there were, they were meaningless. He could not even be bothered to spare them a glance.
Apart from some crustacean Lord Level monsters, the entire sea surface soon became empty.
Facing the final few dozen monsters that were truly thick-skinned and tough, Bai Yang finally became a little more serious.
Imitating one of Thor's moves, he rammed his entire body straight into those powerful monsters!
Those monsters could not withstand a single blow from him. Yet after he had rammed two of them to death, the immense recoil force left his body somewhat unable to bear it.
He had no choice but to raise the Mount Hua Sword and use it to carve a path forward,