As their eyes swept the vast landmass of the island, Tian Xueyang, Xiao Ming, and the Lan siblings in the forefront were instantly met with overwhelming carnage.
The landscape was a mosaic of tattered human and beast corpses.
Every participant in the conflict was drenched in gore, and through a sweep of his spiritual sense, Xiao Ming registered the thick, suffocating wave of bloodlust that saturated the entire Starshore City.
"This is bad!" Lan Zichen choked out, his fingers digging into the plush fabric of the carriage interior.
To proceed further was an act of madness; they were well within range of the stray shockwaves from the powerful cultivators battling in the skies above.
Xiao Ming's internal debate was brief. The Lan siblings were a fleeting concern. A sudden, sharp yearning for Wu Shui resurfaced, confirming his inner conviction: there was no reason to linger here.