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The Yin Wind gasped heavily, wiped the broken half of the long blade on his sleeve, and wiped the wounds that had already formed into blood scabs.

Raising his head, he saw that the whole palace was strewn with corpses, and the corpses of human and Sea Race demon beasts were everywhere. The strong smell of blood was enough to make anyone nauseous. The surrounding seawater turned dark red.

The cold wind was not easy to deal with, and his chest and back were injured to different degrees. His body was covered with wounds, and he was dressed in ragged clothes. He looked like a beggar.

He could not hold on any longer. His legs were weak as he fell to the ground, muttering to himself.

"We've won …" "We won, we won."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the formation island, Bai Xiaochuan fell down from the void passageway. Due to the lack of Spiritual Qi, Bai Xiaowang returned to his Dantian.

Bai Xiaochuan revolved his spiritual energy in the air, and like an arrow released from a bow, he flew in the direction of the ancient array formation.

In the distance, the sound of explosions could be heard. The dust formed into countless yellow dragons dancing in the air as multi-colored sword Qis continued to hack down. There was also a terrifying divine flame shooting into the clouds. Even from several hundred zhang away, Bai Xiaochuan could still feel the heat wave blowing towards him.

What an intense fight!

Upon seeing this scene, Bai Xiaochuan was not alarmed, but instead overjoyed. As long as they continued to fight, it meant that Wu Xiang and the rest still had the strength to fight. If they didn't move now, even Wu Xiang and the others would be cold.

Bai Xiaochuan circulated his Spiritual Energy even faster, and rushed over without even looking back. Bai Xiaowang regained his composure at this moment, extending his spiritual sense to report the current situation to Bai Xiaochuan.

"Wu Xiang summoned several dozen of his clones, and now he is leading the various Supreme Elders to fight a battle with a Saint Master." A Saint Master charging into a grand killing array, even with the strength of a Saint Master, they would still be able to fight! "

As Bai Xiaochuan heard this, his forehead began to drip with sweat. This ancient spirit was too fierce!

However, right now, there was an Elementary Spirit Beast chasing after them. Bai Xiaochuan could not care less, he could only brace himself and charge forward.

As soon as Bai Xiaochuan arrived at the battlefield, a formless avatar teleported over. Seeing Bai Xiaochuan flustered, he hurriedly asked.

"Xiao Chuan, why are you here? How is the battle with the Sea Clan beasts? "

Bai Xiaochuan eagerly said, "Brother Xiang, this incident happened so suddenly. There's actually an ancient spirit within the depths of the ocean! I was chased all the way here by him! "

Wu Xiang's head buzzed as he listened, disbelief written all over his face, "What did you say!? And there's even an elementary spirit soul!? "

Bai Xiaochuan nodded his head, "Brother Xiang, now is not the time to speak. Hurry up and call for a group of helpers. The Primordial Spirit Beast is about to attack!"

Wu Xiang's face was ashen as he clenched his fists, causing others who saw him to tremble in fear. The others at the side also noticed that something was amiss. They stood to Wu Xiang's left and right, keeping their mouths shut.

Wu Xiang took a deep breath and circulated the spirit energy in his body. In an instant, countless specks of white light appeared in the air all around where he was standing.

These white lights gradually expanded and actually transformed into countless beams of light that pierced through the void!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Countless figures began to emerge from the spatial passageway. These people were tall, short, fat, skinny, old, and all of their age. There were high and low cultivation bases, and some of them were even ordinary mortals.

In the blink of an eye, this area was filled with people who had been summoned by Wu Xiang. Bai Xiaochuan looked at the people on his left and right, vaguely guessing what Wu Xiang was doing.

As for the other Supreme Elders, they had long since stopped their attacks. They were dumbstruck by what was happening. Some of their faces were deathly pale, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch.

"None..." Grandmaster Wu Xiang, this is the Thousand … The gathering of thousands of illusions!? "