Above the nameless island.
The Human Race Saints and Demon Race Saints clashed in midair. Every collision erupted with an earth-shattering roar, devastating the area for hundreds of miles around.
As they swept onward, rolling sound waves nearly razed the region spanning hundreds of millions of kilometers to the ground.
Yet the Human Race Saints were outmatched, fighting as they retreated.
"Damn it, we fell for it this time. Who said this island might have an Origin Stone vein? We came all the way here, saw no Origin Stones, and instead walked right into these Demon Race Saints' trap and their ambush."
A Human Race Saint gritted his teeth, his expression extremely ugly.
They had originally come here because they had received word that someone had discovered a small Origin Stone vein on this island, one worth a fortune.
Every Saint had immediately been thrilled. If they could claim that small Origin Stone vein for themselves, it would be like becoming rich overnight; they would not need to worry about cultivation resources for hundreds of millions of years.
How could they possibly resist such wealth? They immediately formed a team and headed for the island.
But unexpectedly, it had all been false information, deliberately spread by the Demon Saints to lure out and slaughter the Human Race Saints. They had fallen for the Demon Race's scheme.
"There's no use saying that now. We were greedy and fell for their dirty trick. I never thought we'd be ambushed by three Early Ancient Demon Saints and caught completely off guard."
"Right, did we send out the distress signal? Are there any Human Race reinforcements nearby? We're almost unable to hold on. If this continues, we may be wiped out to the last man."
"We sent it long ago, but there are no