Upon reaching this boundless sea, the group had already discussed their strategy; naturally, there was no reason not to allow it.
The sky seemed like a dome, encompassing all the seas.
Soon, the figures of Ying Si and the three others gradually shrank in Yi Chen's field of vision, turning into tiny black dots, much like ants, diving headlong into the unseen future, with no one knowing what each of them was thinking.
Atop the reef, a robust Taoist silently watched all of this unfold, his palms slowly coming together.
Suddenly, the Heavenly Wind grew fiercer.
Above the sea, a white tide abruptly arose, lifting a massive curtain-like barrier over the ocean's surface.
Above the azure sea, a deep yet extremely strong and powerful voice suddenly sounded.
"Chu and Han stand divided, the storm commands respect, dominating in all directions!"
"Worldly matters are like clouds; I hold the power to reverse their course, vanquishing heroes!"
