Step, step-
With each footfall upon the void, ripples of qi emerged in the night sky, gradually pressing down upon Coastal Heroic City and the vast South Sea whose edges were scarcely visible. A voice accompanied them: "All uninvolved, leave."
The tens of thousands of cultivators and ordinary people in the city had still been staring upward in a daze. Only upon hearing this did they hurriedly flee outside the city.
Phoenix Harbor's population was too densely concentrated. To keep the fighting from harming civilians, Xie Jinhuan did not attack immediately. Instead, he hovered above the city, watching the Witch Cult old ghost on the sea cliff who had held sway over the Southern Border for a century.
Beside him, Empress Dowager Guo's long wine-red hair danced in the air like flames. Although the ink-black sword she held point-down revealed not the slightest edge, the transcendent aura radiating from her made everyone inside and outside Phoenix Harbor understand which of the two figures overhead was the greater trump card.
And in the endless mountains behind them, another old devil of the Righteous Path, whose very name made people blanch, hung upside down in the woods, resting with his eyes closed.
Even if such a force had come to besiege Dragonbone Shoal, Shang Lianbi would not have dared claim he could deal with it effortlessly.
Yet upon the sea cliff stood Sikong Tianyuan alone!
Now all the Nether God Sect's wings had been clipped, and Yang Huaxian and Daoist Kongkong could barely protect themselves. As long as Sikong Tianyuan was hunted down and killed, the Unorthodox Dao would no longer be able to pose any threat.
Ambitious though Shang Lianbi was, faced with a Righteous Path still blazing like the midday sun, he would not be the first to take a