In a stretch of the sea, dozens of Sea Beasts swam about as blood dyed the water red. The pungent stench of gore filled the air. In the sky above, a young man in white wielded a long white spear, his robes fluttering and his long hair dancing in the wind, looking like a War God.
The spear's tip, stained crimson, glinted with a cold light, just like the young man's eyes—utterly frigid. After such a slaughter, the killing intent rolling off him was completely unconcealed. The many Extraordinary Martial Artists felt a chill run down their spines and put themselves on high alert.
No one dared to be careless, for they knew the next to die could be them!
"Kill!!"
