A great river, incomparably black.
The black river below surged like a giant black dragon, roaring incessantly.
Lin Xuan was shocked. He found the river below incredibly familiar; it was none other than the famous Black Water River.
But this Black Water River was different from what he had seen before; the raging black waters were mixed with crimson blood, carrying a pungent smell.
Not only that, above the entire Black Water River, countless martial artists were engaged in fierce battles, terrifying energy sweeping all around, leaving people in absolute awe.
Lin Xuan discovered that these auras were too terrifying, not ordinary martial artists at all, but Supreme beings of the eighth and ninth layers of heaven.
These people were tremendously powerful, able to tear apart mountains and rivers, shatter the land with a mere wave of their hands.
