Half a month later.
Eastern Dali, above Fubo Sea.
As far as the eye can see, the entire sea area is in complete disarray, blood-stained over nearly a hundred miles wide, floating with countless corpses of sea creatures.
Clearly, a fierce and earth-shattering battle has just erupted here.
"…"
True Yang Ancestor remained silent, his face dark enough to drip water.
Not just him, the faces of the Three Mountains Ancestor and Dugu Tianyi next to him were also very unpleasant.
Seeing victory nearly in hand, yet allowing the enemy to escape right under their noses, would be hard for anyone to accept.
Hundreds of Foundation Establishment masters gradually gathered around from the outside, each silent as the grave, not daring to breathe loudly, fearing the wrath of the several Golden Core Ancestors.
"What a clever tactic, truly a clever tactic!"
True Yang Ancestor gritted his teeth, forcing out a few words:
