When this army, formed by demon cultivators and devil beasts, arrived at the encampment, the sun was sinking in the west, golden rosy clouds filled the sky, and the blazing red sunlight stained the clouds with a blood-like scarlet, adding a peculiar atmosphere to the imminent great battle.
Li Zhirui silently counted the time in his heart. As soon as the thirty breaths agreed upon with the others were up, the deadly killing move he had brewed in his palm for so long instantly transformed into a streak of white light, disappearing at an astonishing speed.
Rumble—
Suddenly, the world resounded with mysterious booming explosions, like the roar of ten thousand thunderbolts making everyone dizzy and disoriented.
"What happened? What's going on?"
The devil beasts and demon cultivators standing at the rear of the Spirit Boat were confused, but vaguely sensed something amiss. They immediately looked around, trying to find the source of the explosions.
