Boom!
The land of North Ming at the utmost north of the Northern Sea rose swiftly, churning the waters into boundless massive waves.
At that moment, whether it was the Martial Emperor, Zhao Gongming, Qiong Xiao, Bi Xiao, or Lu Ya, Moluo, all ceased their actions.
Such terrifying pressure had even them shuddering with fear.
The land of North Ming, scattered with lonely islands and peaks, rose faster and faster as if a vast tract of land was about to surge from the seabed.
Boom!
But before it could fully break the surface, the land shattered into pieces, collapsing with a thunderous roar, sinking back into the sea.
In its place emerged a horrifying behemoth from beneath the waves, part fish, part bird, its massive wings unfurled, spanning thousands of miles of the sea.
Witnessing this spectacle, Daoist Lu Ya's eyes flashed with complex emotions before he sighed in relief.