Jiang Yan and An Ling stood side by side at the ship's rail, looking down.
There was no telling how high Green Fox High Person had brought them.
In the air below, hundreds of thousands of figures had split into two sides and were attacking one another.
On one side, everyone wore Daoist robes and rode spirit beasts.
They should have been the various Dao Armies under the Immortal Dynasty and the Seventh-Rank disciples of the Prefecture Academies.
Of course, most of them should have been attendants, Dao soldiers, and other servants brought along by the Daoists themselves. There should have been fewer than a thousand actual Seventh-Rank cultivators.
No matter what, there was no way hundreds of thousands of Seventh-Rank cultivators would be committed to the East River Realm. If that truly happened, their cultivation alone would suck this place dry.
Needless to say, the other side had to be the East River Realm's native Scale Feather Clan.
The two sides were chaotically intermingled, fighting one another.
Not a single rise remained across the entire battlefield. Perhaps there had once been some, but they had long since been blasted flat.
Everywhere Jiang Yan looked, spell-light blazed in all directions, stirring up bursts of thunderous explosions.
"These are all Seventh-Rank cultivators of our Immortal Dynasty, along with the Scale Feather Clan's 'Full-Realm' cultivators, who barely qualify as equivalent to the Seventh-Rank Realm."
Green Fox High Person's voice reached them.
"Take a good, close look."
At his words, Jiang Yan turned his attention to the entire battlefield.
But the sight dazzled his eyes, and for a moment, he instead had no idea where to focus.
An Ling tugged at Jiang Yan, signaling for him to look down to the warship's left.
Jiang Yan looked. The spot An Ling was pointing toward