The city that had collapsed in an instant was already impossible to distinguish as real or illusory.
The cold mist swiftly swallowed everything once more. Yu Ci remained utterly unmoved. He knew that beneath its ultimate chill, although the cold mist swept across the Eastern Sea and annihilated all things, part of it had still been deliberately diverted by the Rakshasa Ghost King.
The vast sea spanning ten thousand miles, along with Heavenly Delusion City's defensive system, had already consumed an enormous amount of the Grand Profound Seal's power. It was no longer enough to harm the Rakshasa Ghost King.
Yu Ci had not expected it to.
The Great Abyss Soul Shock Cannon, infused with pure sword intent, was what truly locked onto and injured the target.
At that moment, the power of the Northern Dipper stars pouring down from the heavens straightened once more, while its area of coverage rapidly shrank. Several breaths later, from afar, it would have been easy to mistake it for a somewhat thicker beam of light.
That beam had already pierced ten thousand zhang beneath the sea and broken through layer upon layer of overlapping voids.
Above the Eastern Sea, divine intent drifted about in strands and clusters, crisscrossing one another.
Along the shores of the Eastern Sea, the cultivation world beyond the seas had always been a place where capable figures emerged in endless succession. From the beginning of the battle, divine intent had occasionally watched from afar. After the appearance of Heavenly Delusion City, it suddenly surged to a peak.
Clearly, who knew how many great powers of this realm had taken an interest in the Rakshasa Ghost King's lair? These were merely the latest batch—and naturally, the least "cautious" batch as well.
What "welcomed" them was the resonance of sword intent