Shuihua Islands.
Mountains rose from the ground, towering like swords, a Third Rank Great Array blossomed with radiance, array patterns interwoven, sealing the void, fully displaying the thousand-year sect's heritage.
The silver-white Star Skyship crushed forward with a rumble, followed by a densely packed team of cultivators, spirit boats covering the sky, and magic artifacts flashing incessantly.
Li Quanqing looked down at the Shuihua Sword Sect below, raising an eyebrow, unexpectedly sensing two core formation auras, undisguised.
He exchanged a glance with Li Kunlun, pondering what to do next, when suddenly the array of the Sword Sect below opened, and swarm of cultivators flew out.
These cultivators were numerous, numbering in the thousands, with warships crossing through the sky, including some Third Rank large spirit boats, with flags fluttering, clearly not just from the Sword Sect.
