"Fourth Tier, high grade..."
Wang Ba swept his Divine Sense over the Mane-Lion Eel before him.
His thoughts raced.
With the Profound Dragon Dao Soldiers assisting him, he was now comparable to an ordinary Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator.
But this strength ultimately came from external means. Against opponents with weaker foundations and cultivation, he could often overwhelm them with sheer force, but against opponents at a higher level, his strength fell short.
Still, he did not panic. Carefully using Yin Spirit Power to evade the Mane-Lion Eel's search within the thick smoke, he extended his Divine Sense to examine his surroundings.
Though he was no match for this Mane-Lion Eel, this was a battlefield. Great Jin's Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators might not be numerous, but some were nearby.
Yet once he extended his Divine Sense, his expression froze.
Great Jin's side, which had begun to turn things around, was now showing signs of faltering.
Even Shen Ying, who had held the upper hand against five Nascent Soul Perfection cultivators just moments earlier, now seemed to be in danger.
With eight Nascent Soul Perfection puppets joining the original five Nascent Soul Perfection cultivators, even Shen Ying, with the advantage of terrain, was having a much harder time coping.
What made Wang Ba's expression even graver, however, was that within the enormous black rift in the sky, the Sword Qi seemed to be faintly suppressed.
Martial Uncle Xumi seems to be losing to that Spirit Transformation cultivator from the Three Continents, though the gap isn't very large.
If Martial Uncle Shen Ying could work with him, perhaps...
Wang Ba swiftly scanned his surroundings.
The sky was dark, the waters swift, and turbid waves surged into the heavens.
The Azure Abyss Dragon Whale constantly slapped the pitch-black seawater, preventing Great Jin's