From high above, the people looked like a black torrent, surrounding Kong City, pouring deep into Kong City, and reaching the great plaza beneath Upside-Down Peak Mountain.
People rushed in from every direction around the great plaza. Some had disheveled headscarves, some had drenched robes, some had feet caked in mud, but their gazes were incomparably resolute, without the slightest panic in this unfamiliar place.
No one commanded them, and no one guided them. By instinct, they avoided Kong Weishan's group and rushed behind Yan Yukong.
When humans began appearing from all directions, Kong Weishan's group finally came to a halt.
Of the group numbering several hundred thousand, only a little over ten thousand had left, and the group did not appear any smaller.
Yet the opposing group was expanding at an unbelievable speed.
People from every corner of Saint Origin Continent joined the ranks behind Yan Yukong.
The sea embraced a hundred rivers; its capacity made it great.
Before long, behind Yan Yukong lay a vast ocean of the Human Race, forcing Yan Yukong to keep walking forward so that more people could stand behind him.
Not long afterward, Yan Yukong had been pushed before Kong Weishan by the ever-increasing crowd behind him.
Kong Weishan was retreating, and the hundreds of thousands in his group were retreating!
Yan Yukong advanced, and Yan Yukong's group advanced.
Soon, the total number behind Yan Yukong exceeded ten million!
And that number was still rising rapidly.
The people of Kong City who had been watching from the sidelines suddenly felt lost. Why, in such a short time, had an ocean appeared between Kong Weishan and Upside-Down Peak Mountain?
An ocean that even the sages seemed unable to cross, an ocean that seemed as though it would never disappear.
Yan Yukong continued forward, and