Boom!
The massive gale sent the people around them stumbling in all directions.
Once they regained their footing and hurriedly looked over, their pupils suddenly contracted at the enormous island that had appeared out of nowhere before them, disbelief written all over their faces.
"Th-this... are our ancestors watching over us? A huge island suddenly appeared—are Shandora's forebears blessing us?" The elderly chief dropped to his knees with a thud, overwhelmed with excitement.
For the Sky Islanders living on the White Sea, land was the most coveted and important thing imaginable.
Jaya, the former homeland of the Shandora people, had been occupied by the so-called god.
For centuries, they had fought to reclaim it, sacrificing countless warriors.
And now, another stretch of land had suddenly appeared.
It was completely beyond their comprehension.
"Haha, today really is a lucky day. I only planned to have some fun with this bunch of trash, but I didn't expect to find new land. Hurry up and seize it! God will definitely like this gift!"
A wanton laugh suddenly rang out.
Four figures burst out of the forest first, followed closely by a group of God's Guards.
The moment they landed on the White Sea, they did not pause for even an instant before racing toward the newly emerged island.
Wiper snapped out of his daze at the sight of them charging forward. Without time to think, he roared urgently.
"Stop them! Don't let them defile the gift our ancestors have given us! Seize that island first, then go kill that so-called god!"
Bang!
Wiper took the lead and gave chase.
On the White Sea, land was something mysterious—something worthy of fervent yearning.
One thousand meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters!
Watching the priests rapidly close in on the island, Wiper, who had fallen