Southern Sea, Eight-Tailed Spirit Island—countless demonic beasts were converging on the island, terrifying waves rising one higher than the last.
Before the wave-island, dozens of cultivators activated formations, resisting one demonic beast after another.
Among them were, astonishingly, True Lord Xingyuan, True Lord Yuantan, and the others.
However, though besieged by the surging beast tide, the crowd at this moment did not show much fear.
There was no one below Golden Core among them here, and there were more than forty Nascent Soul Cultivators.
They had all come to attend the Nascent Soul grand assembly, and had been teleported here along the way.
The chaos in the Southern Sea, and the chaos in Penglai, had clearly already spread throughout the entire Central Region.
There were indeed many demon emperors in the Southern Sea, far more than imagined, but to the Nascent Souls of the four great forces, they were still somewhat not enough to look at.
The reason they had not attacked Eight-Tailed Island, but had only broken the formations and teleportation formations upon it before holding fast here, was also because, at this moment, on the spirit mountain, the four great Divine Lords had acted together. The Eight-Tailed Demon Saint and the Black Crow Divine Lord had already shown signs of defeat; it could even be said their eyes were red with blood from the fighting.
When Spirit Transformation cultivators made a move, if one was even slightly caught in the aftermath, even a Nascent Soul Cultivator might not necessarily survive.
Only after a moment did I speak again:
"Hundred Ingenious Valley has probably come too!" The array of phenomena affected by a small battle between Spirit Transformations was extremely vast, and the omens were naturally heaven-destroying and earth-shattering. Even if they wanted to hide it, there was no