Li Su's gaze sharpened. Such a great battle naturally drew all his attention.
Those were Golden Core-level fighters, with Yang Spirit realm cultivators personally entering the fray. Across the Primordial World, they might not amount to much, but in this land of Nine Provinces, this was unquestionably a pinnacle battle among higher lifeforms.
Especially the three Yang Spirit cultivators who had acted—they were not like that old demon from Hundred Demons Palace, where Li Su had once apprenticed, who had been grievously wounded and whose cultivation foundation was flawed.
These were beings with solidified realms, their essence, energy, and spirit all perfectly settled and fixed.
The moment they descended and unleashed their primordial spirits, their aura was already like the collapse of heaven and the splitting of earth—truly terrifying.
The Silver Sea within a radius of ten thousand miles was shaken, throwing up countless waves. Even the ground beneath their feet trembled, as though an earth dragon had turned over.
That old man?!
Li Su's eyesight was extraordinary, and coupled with his exceptional divine sense, he immediately recognized one of the three who had appeared. It was none other than the old man who had brought him into the Azure Luan Sect.
At this moment, the man's silver hair streamed in the wind. He was like a blazing sun, his vast primordial spirit crimson-white and burning with astonishing heat.
Li Su had known this old man was remarkable and immensely powerful, but this level of strength still exceeded his expectations somewhat. He was terrifyingly strong.
Rumble!
They had made their move!
The middle-aged man among the three Yang Spirits flicked his fingers through the void and slashed out a ray of light. That light was astonishing. As it traveled, it clearly caused not the slightest ripple, yet it left behind