Above the main city of Nine Infant Island, apocalyptic clouds of destruction shrouded the boundless world.
The terrifying pressure made the distant demons and human cultivators tremble with fear.
"Mo Zhantian, Lu Xiao, relying on just the two of you might not be enough." A wild aura emanated from the middle-aged man in black, his long black hair resembling sharp blades swaying in the wind.
At this moment, Liu Zonglin, the Palace Master of the West Emperor Palace, was already engaged in a fierce battle with the Mermaid at a distant location.
Additionally, other top-tier cultivators had also joined the battlefield, erupting into epic battles.
The sky above seemed like it might collapse and shatter at any moment, with the storm of destruction enveloping the boundless land. Yet, only their side remained unaffected, the rippling aftermath seemingly isolated by an invisible force.
