On an isolated island in the middle of the ocean, the survivors had already left, leaving behind only garbage and filth.
However, at this moment, the island was bustling with noise and excitement. All the forces had gathered here.
The cultivators of the true spirit world, as well as the demonic cultivators of the sea Race, surrounded the dirty Island.
Countless sea monsters of different sizes swam in the turbulent waves, constantly letting out shrill roars.
There was no path to heaven, no Door to Hell.
There were only five spirit eye clan cultivators left, and all of them were covered in injuries. They were trapped in the center of the dirty and chaotic Island.
"You bastards, you've gone too far! If there's a chance in the future, I'll definitely take revenge for today!"
Among the cultivators of the spiritual eye clan, there was a ferocious-looking figure. It was supremacy ink eye, who was in charge of leading the group.