Within a water elemental plane that rippled like a vast ocean.
A host of water elementals, sea giants, and conch-shell fishmen had fallen on hard times.
When Huo Ling set his sights on this plane, the undead he sent in unleashed a great slaughter.
Every Legendary and Sanctuary-level being within the plane was tracked down and killed by the undead.
Any slightly larger sea giant settlement or conch-shell fishman tribe, once found by the undead, faced nothing but massacre.
No living creature could escape the undead's slaughter.
To the beings living in this water elemental plane, Huo Ling was no different from a demon.
Though the inhabitants of the water elemental plane were no saints themselves—whether elemental creatures or conch-shell fishmen, they were neutral or neutral evil creatures.
Of course, that was from a human perspective.
Huo Ling felt nothing about killing them.
I destroy you—what business is it of yours?
Only a few weak water elementals and conch-shell fishmen remained alive in the entire plane.
And with every passing second, the time they could continue surviving grew shorter.
As the water elemental plane was continuously compressed, the magic power within it also became increasingly concentrated, until it would eventually resemble compressed liquid magic power.
Greater purity of magic power was originally a good thing for living beings, but it could not be this high.
Once it became too high, even these native creatures would die in such a high-magic environment.
As for Huo Ling outside the plane, naturally he had no thoughts of mercy. He only wanted to finish all this work as quickly as possible.
When Huo Ling carried a compressed water elemental plane back to where the floating city was located.
What had once been a meteorite had now become a ferocious floating fortress.
Huo Ling first