Three Mountains and Nine Waters.
Lu Qingfeng looked up at the sky, his eyes deep.
His Divine Thought spread out.
The huge waves in the North Sea surged and gradually subsided. Many islands either cracked open or were smashed into pieces by the towering waves.
The bitterly cold North Sea saw countless lives on the islands and in the waters either injured or killed.
The scent of blood mixed with Evil Qi, spreading across the sea. The perennial fog over the sea surged in waves, and what was once a fairy-like white mist, now mingled with the stench of blood, unclear how long it would take to dissipate.
Cracks opened on the seabed and islands, with magma erupting from beneath the earth, which upon contacting the seawater, turned into reefs and rocks, or formed new islands. The mist mixed with thick smoke and dust covered the sky, while scorching waves rolled, killing countless more lives.
"What a sin!"
