The Great Chieftain is Mighty

As the spatial fluctuations grew increasingly violent, spatial turbulence ran rampant.

The storm became ever more ferocious, with towering waves hundreds of zhang high.

Bliss Island was like a rock in the sea.

It endured the relentless crashing of the waves.

At this moment, tens of thousands of Cultivators had joined the defensive formation, working together to protect Bliss Island.

Numerous demonic beasts had surfaced from the seawater, riding the wind and waves toward the island.

They were as numerous as hairs on an ox, impossible to count.

Their varieties were even more bizarre and diverse.

There were Winged Swordfish Schools, Lightning Eels, many turtle-type demonic beasts, and demonic beasts resembling shrimp and crabs.

They continuously assaulted Bliss Island's defensive formation.

Little White and Qingqing both went pale at the sight.

It was the first time they had seen such a terrifying number of demonic beasts laying siege.

"My god, there must be at least hundreds of thousands of demonic beasts—maybe even over a million?"

"Can Bliss Island's defensive formation withstand this?"

Lin Fei's expression was equally grave, and he felt somewhat tense.

Once the defensive formation was breached, Bliss Island would surely be drowned in blood.

Especially the hundreds of thousands of mortals on the island—they had nowhere to flee.

"No Demon Gods of the Spirit Transformation Realm have appeared yet. Bliss Island has nine Spirit Transformation Realm leaders, and they have yet to show themselves either."

"This storm probably won't pass anytime soon."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Towering waves, accompanied by the attacks of countless demonic beasts, crashed against Bliss Island's defensive formation.

At that moment.

The defensive formation launched a counterattack instead of merely taking the blows.

Some Cultivators formed combined attack formations, their power formidable.

With a single strike, hundreds or even thousands of sea demonic beasts