"Crack!"
At the moment when the sword Qi struck.
"Boom!"
An unimaginable scene unfolded, as massive waves rose on the sea, several meters high.
Rocks flew through the air, and the angry waves were like clouds.
Finally, the enormous wall of waves surged toward the sky, over a hundred meters high, appearing like a myth.
"What is this?"
Everyone stared in awe.
They saw a white-clothed youth, stepping on a giant sword, crossing the sea and sky like a god controlling the world.
His hands were behind his back, his white clothes and black eyes exuded an unfathomable aura like an endless abyss.
He was enveloped in a white light, illuminating the sky.
It was Ye Tian.
"He has finally arrived."
The Saint's eyes sharpened, his voice hoarse.
However, the moment Ye Tian saw Sangye, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth and sneered.
"Heavenly Spirit Finger."
Then, a cyan finger, about ten feet long, appeared out of thin air.
