Warships stood like a forest upon the sea. Amid jets of flame, shell after shell tore through the air, bombarding Haijin City without restraint.
On the harbor walls, Great Xuan soldiers shouted as they set up cannons, loaded ammunition, and returned fire.
As one of Great Xuan's most prosperous cities, Haijin City naturally possessed formidable defenses. But too many Western Luo warships had come this time. Dark shapes crowded the sea as far as the eye could see-perhaps several hundred vessels, each equipped with the finest cannons.
Amid the thunder of shells, the walls trembled incessantly. Great Xuan soldiers died at every moment, their bodies blasted apart.
Haijin City descended into chaos.
Cries and shouts rang out in every corner of the city, yet martial artists raced against the fleeing tide, their bodies swift as the wind as they leaped across rooftops and hurried toward the harbor.
Several streams of astral qi swept into the sky, intercepting a vast swath of shells. Amid flying fragments and flames, Shi Yan, Yang Qingxuan, and the others stood with robes fluttering, their expressions grave as they watched the battle high above.
Even with their cultivation, they felt a chill of terror. Those two moved too quickly. Every breath seemed to contain hundreds of collisions, and raging winds swept toward them from more than ten miles away.
Yang Qingxuan's brows twitched violently. After Huang Longshi's true nature escaped to Beyond the Heavens, and before Hong Yuan arrived, he had regarded the Night King as his strongest enemy.
Having suffered at the Night King's hands, Yang Qingxuan had already done his utmost to overestimate him. Only now did he realize that even if he had succeeded in Dragon Devouring and perfected the eighth level of astral qi, he would probably still have been no match