One day later, Storm Sea, on a certain uninhabited island.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
At that moment, ripples spread through the void, and several figures appeared above the deserted island.
Those figures were none other than Early Ancient Saint Cassio and his six peak Immortal Realm subordinates.
"Come out, Walading."
Early Ancient Saint Cassio called into the void.
With a whoosh, countless droplets of water swiftly surged in from afar. Within a few breaths, they condensed into a humanoid figure—the Water Element Race Saint, Walading.
It had been hiding on this island, recuperating in peace. By now, most of its injuries had recovered, with only the wounds to its soul remaining temporarily beyond recovery.
Even so, it could still wield seventy to eighty percent of its former strength.
"Lord Cassio, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting here for a long time."
Walading was immediately delighted upon seeing Cassio and the others arrive.
Then it looked at Cassio with an exceedingly strange expression, feeling that this Early Ancient Saint was making far too much of a fuss. They were only dealing with a few Human Race Immortal Saints, and three of them were already battered remnants.
Even Cassio alone could easily take care of that group of Human Race Saints.
Yet now, he had even brought along six peak Immortal Realm subordinates, looking as though he were mobilizing his entire force. This was a little too cautious—or perhaps simply too cowardly.
In fact, it had heard of Cassio's reputation before. He was known as the most cowardly Early Ancient Saint.
Though he was an Early Ancient Saint who had comprehended the laws of space, he was timid to the extreme. Unless he had absolute certainty, he would never make a move.
Moreover, the Storm Sea could no longer improve an Early Ancient