"This..." Wang Yao saw large bursts of dazzling light and shadow erupt in the middle of the dark puppet fleet. Many divine generals gathered together and, like a sharp sword, followed the light and shadow, constantly approaching the foreign gods who were casting spells. The foreign gods, demons, and demon generals on the puppet ships also rushed over from all directions.
Beneath the vast body of water, the puppet fleets engaged in a fierce battle.
"Boom, boom, boom..." Several mushroom clouds suddenly appeared in the battle formation. That was the gods self-destructing. After all, the enemy had many Mahayana-level experts, while the gods were much weaker. Only by self-destructing could they quickly break through the enemy lines.
Wang Yao's focus was not on the self-destruction of the divine generals. The battles between the divine generals and the enemy were basically taking place against the water bodies created by the Sea-Reclaiming God and the foreign monks. When he saw a divine general self-destruct, he couldn't help but secretly hope that he could blow that thing up, but the result disappointed him.
Although the self-destruction had shattered many puppet ships, sending wood chips and monster remains flying everywhere, the water above, while also exploding with some gravel and splashes, showed no signs of complete damage. Moreover, the water underwent a subtle change.
It slowly tilted towards the side of Qianfan Port.
The chanting of the seven foreign monks began to rise higher and higher, eventually resounding throughout the entire battlefield like a great bell. Wang Yao did not understand foreign languages or what they were chanting, but he felt that they seemed to be unleashing some kind of powerful attack, with dazzling white light bursting from each of their outstretched hands.
What they held in their hands were objects resembling crosses. Now, stimulated by magic, they all shone brightly, like cross-shaped searchlights shining beams of dazzling light onto the giant body of water above their heads.
"No...no good!" Wang Yao stared in disbelief at the sky, his soul trembling.
This is a colossal structure made up of almost all the seawater of the Ocean of No Return and gravel that could fill the entire Ocean of No Return. Once it is poured down, not to mention the Protoss fleet beneath our feet, even Thousand Sails Harbor and Seaview City will probably be lost!
"Stop the foreign monk from performing his magic!"
Amidst Aunt Tian's shrill screams, the frequency of the divine generals' self-destruction suddenly increased. Wang Yao finally understood why Aunt Tian had told him to escape. The divine race had lost this battle, and lost extremely badly. It was hard to say how many divine beings would survive in the Sea-Filling Divine Realm.
Wang Yao took out the "Immortal's Sorrow" and stepped onto it. He was not a god, and with the battle at this point, he couldn't stay and wait to die. It was better to make a quick escape. However, as soon as he turned around, his hand trembled, and he turned his head to look behind him.
The soul contract in his mind suddenly disappeared. Could it be that Aunt Tian also self-destructed? Wang Yao stared blankly at the enormous, constantly tilting object above the puppet fleet. Seawater and quicksand were overflowing from the shaking pot like thin porridge, occasionally spilling down from it.
Although the angle of the giant object's tilt was still small and the volume of water was not too large, the divine fleet beneath its feet was still inevitably either washed away or submerged, with divine soldiers and demons struggling in the seawater.
The yellowish-brown light screen flickered a few times before going out completely. The seawater looked quite turbulent, churning and rushing towards the nearby coastline, crashing against the embankment wave after wave.
If that colossal object were to completely overturn, what an apocalyptic scene it would be! Wang Yao seemed to see a great flood, with mud and sand rushing down, the city walls in the sea being instantly washed away, and the area from Qianfan Port to Wanghai City turning into a vast swamp, with less than one in ten of the people surviving.
Countless demons and inferior demons surged onto the land of the gods like locusts after a great disaster, rushing towards the sea-filling divine city.
The Sea-Reclaiming Divine City? Wang Yao's heart skipped a beat. Damn it, that was his Nascent Soul stage mission! He had to hurry back to the Forging Space to inform Li Shishi and Feng Huan. The Sea-Reclaiming Divine City might not be able to be defended now, which was the perfect opportunity for the three Forging Immortals to complete their mission!
Wang Yao immediately banished the idea of escaping. He turned around in his "Immortal's Sorrow" and charged headlong into the puppet fleet, towards the gradually rising ocean in the sky, towards the battlefield where mushroom clouds were constantly rising.
He had just narrowly escaped the massive waterfall of sand and water that was pouring down from the sky when he heard a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, and the Ocean of No Return was falling from the sky!
The turbulent waves surged, carrying mud and sand. Apart from the hurricane, flood, and sand, nothing else could be seen in the world. Suddenly, a tiny figure flapping its wings shot out from the boiling and roaring chaos.
"Don't let her go!" A voice suddenly rang out, and countless dark figures rushed towards the tiny figure from all directions.
Just then, several more figures shot out. As soon as these figures got close to the shadowy figure, they all self-destructed without saying a word. The continuous and violent hurricane blew the shadowy figures about, and one of the shadowy figures flashed several times before stopping right next to Wang Yao.
"How is it you?" The dark figure suddenly stopped, staring in astonishment at Wang Yao, who was soaking wet and in disarray in the torrential rain.
Upon hearing the voice, Wang Yao's heart skipped a beat. The dark figure was none other than Hu Mei. She was probably leading a group of Mahayana cultivators in pursuit of the Sea-Filling God, but unexpectedly, due to the God's self-destruction, she encountered Wang Yao.
"boom……"
Without hesitation, Wang Yao also self-destructed. He had originally planned to find an opportunity to die and return to the forging space. Now that he saw Hu Mei, he dared not hesitate any longer. After all, as a Mahayana expert, Hu Mei would always find a way to make him wish he were dead once she realized what was happening.
Hu Mei reacted quickly, dodging away in a flash. She stared at the mushroom cloud rising from Wang Yao's self-destruction, her brows furrowed.
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