"Anyone with a boat, please ssage privately. I’ll pay 3 points of sacrificial power as a fare to take out to sea to watch the battle. Don’t ssage if you have a self-made raft, as it’s too unstable for ; I’m afraid of the big waves."
"We need 5 more people for our multi-person flying vehicle, 10 points of sacrificial power per person, 40 minutes of flight endurance. It’s roughly enough to transfer across five islands to reach the viewing point. Interested parties, please ssage privately."
"Epic war among the strong clans. Watching the battle in person is not to be missed. The ship is about to depart, pay the fare to board, and experience the epic battlefield."
"Looking for soone with light shield function assistance, join for free to the war zone, co quickly and join us."
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The battle between the Shuyan Clan and the Ascension Clan attracted a large number of players.
The Colorful Mist Coast was already overcrowded.
Solo players were forming teams here, and guilds were gathering here.
But in the eyes of all players, watching was secondary; scavenging on the battlefield was the key to this journey.
The scene was like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, with various modes of crossing the sea appearing one after another.
Flying vehicles, sailing vehicles, multifunctional vehicles, swimming, rafts, controlling sea creatures to ride, riding monster stream players... Among them, undoubtedly the most eye-catching was the figure riding a comrade, swimming forward.
The first batch of players with flying vehicles arrived at the Shuyan Domain five hours later, and looked up to see the Shuyan scene shrouded in white mist.
This batch of players unhesitatingly started streaming, and then piloted their flying vehicles through the mist to enter inside.
The scene presented before their eyes amazed the first batch of arriving players.
In the picture, cultivators stood on flying swords, wearing spirit armor, surrounded by brilliant spirit light flying through the sky, raising their hands to invoke nature’s spiritual energy to outline spells, or wielding immortal swords in their hands, sending slashing sword qi like a rainbow across the sun towards Ascension Clan mbers; where the sword qi passed, space rippled in layers.
On the other side, Ascension Clan mbers were controlling spirit roots to gather elental power for battle.
A massive fire elent life, after gathering, roared to the sky, its body engulfed in blazing flas, burning the air into warped shapes wherever it went.
The water elent gathered into a mighty water dragon, darting through the clouds, filling the surroundings with cold vapor, condensing into sharp ice spikes raining down like a storm.
The wind elent transford into invisible blades, howling as they sliced through space.
The stone giant ford from the earth elent marched with heavy steps, each causing the ground to tremble slightly, raising its giant arms, launching countless rock projectiles like cannonballs towards the cultivator camp.
The scene was truly a battle of deities; upon entering, many players were swept out of the white mist by the energy aftershocks.
Unlucky players were even killed by the aftershocks on the spot.
This made the players hesitant to advance rashly, timidly hiding at the edge of the mist, occasionally peeking to sneak a glance, exclaiming in excitent.
At this mont, an elderly man with white hair but a vigorous spirit caught the attention of players.
He tightly gripped an immortal sword emitting a faint blue glow, with runes flickering on its blade; behind him, nurous sect disciples were arranged in a neat sword array, each with eyes full of determination and resolve.
The elder held the sword in his right hand, and ford a sword technique with his left hand in front of him.
Instantly, the sect disciples behind him dispersed, and the sword array blossod like an illusory lotus, with petals of fierce sword qi continuously spreading out.
Accompanied by the rising force, the elder looked coldly towards the Ascension Clan mbers ahead, his eyes swirling with endless hatred:
"Though we beings of the lower realm do not match your power of the upper realm, we have our own dignity and way of survival. How dare you see the beings of the lower realm as re parasitic bodies to exploit at will, weaving lies to trample on our lives. Shaful, hateful." As he spoke, the elder’s body slightly trembled, his eyes seemingly about to explode with rage.
"You’ve turned the Complete Heaven Land into chaos, countless predecessors seeking immortality have beco vessels for you to breed descendants; they ascended the heavens with hopes of immortality, only to die in suffering, all because of your insatiable greed." The elder’s eyes were filled with rising killing intent, his gaze sweeping over once lively mountains and rivers now desolate, a touch of sadness appearing at the bottom of his eyes.
"Don’t think that being high and mighty ans you can rule everything. We beings of the lower realm will not sit idly by; even if we exhaust our last ounce of strength, we will drive you demons out of the Complete Heaven World and sever your path to the heavens."
The spiritual power surged around the elder, the light growing ever stronger, as if declaring his resolve and courage to the upper realm demons.
"Today’s battle concerns the survival of all existence, we must fight with our lives!" The protagonist Da Ri then raised his arm and shouted, his voice like a great bell, resounding through the heavens and earth.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Countless cultivators standing behind shouted in unison, their voices shaking the skies, filled with no hesitation, no retreat.
To the Ascension Clan mbers, these words seed inexplicable.
They indeed fard many small worlds, but the problem was that the scene before them had nothing to do with them, so why such resentnt?
Let’s fight; there’s no need for so many excuses.
The leading elder’s grief and anger seed utterly out of place to the Ascension Clan.
The players shared the sa thought.
They all thought the Shuyan Clan’s cultivators were truly unique; they proactively set up a domain next to the Ascension Clan, yet felt so aggrieved, even finding an invasion excuse, completely outlandish.
The pre-battle declaration made the players feel truly embarrassed.
This was also the first ti players saw a faction needing a just cause to engage in battle.
But unlike the players and the Ascension Clan, in the story’s background frawork, the sins of the Ascension Clan were real to the eyes of all beings.
In their eyes, they were deceived, parasitized by the Ascension Clan of the upper realm; their so-called cultivation was rely nurturing the seeds of the Ascension Clan within their bodies.
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