The ancient runes, with an imposing aura, soared skywards.
Like the Sea Eye of the abyss, everything around it collapsed.
Steles were engulfed by flowing sands, merging into the abyss unseen, and the light of the runes, like flickering candles in the wind, extinguished one after another.
But beneath the abyss, flames gradually emerged, some crimson red, others ghostly green.
No.
These weren't flames.
They're the ominous gaze from below the abyss!
"The North Sea holds more than the Dragon Race, is there something else below?"
This unusual change made all the Quasi-Saints observing the North Sea battlefield exclaim in unison.
Even the Demon Ancestor, Mencius, and Eastern Venerable Emperor Chong'en, who battled fiercely for a seat until heaven and earth shattered.
At this moment, they also stopped the battle in unison, gazing suspiciously at the abyss.
"Why... does it feel familiar?"
"It shouldn't be... it shouldn't be?"
