[You survived.]
[Because you surpassed the Essence, Qi, and Spirit of others, because of that extra moment's reaction in battle, because of the True Essence in your body that operated a second faster.]
Zhao Fu panted heavily, gasping for breath.
He looked calmly at the scene below.
The corpses on the sea, whether human or demon, were all dragged into the sea by the Sea Beasts lurking beneath the surface.
No one dared to stop it.
The Human Race did not want to provoke the Sea Beasts again on this Sea Race's home ground.
The Immortal Mountains could only harvest a field of Demon Cultivator corpses from the Purple Mist Immortal Mountain.
But the cost was the fall of six Golden Core Masters.
Countless elite disciples sacrificed themselves.
The Purple Mist Immortal Mountain was directly crippled, with only two Golden Cores barely holding on, and less than one-tenth of the elite disciples survived, not to mention the entry-level disciples and Registered Disciples.
