The weather was different in the sea at night; it was as profound and unpredictable as the sea.
In the surroundings of Sea Lizard Island, thunder rumbled in the sky and bolts of lightning flashed.
A storm was about to descend.
Under the illumination of the lightning, at the top of the highest mountain on Sea Lizard Island, the mad slaughter continued.
The value of the three lizard skins with divinity was enough to make rogue cultivators risk their lives.
The loud sounds of the battle and thunder overlapped. The killing intent in Xu Qing's eyes was so dense that it was about to overflow. His body ruthlessly collided with the body of a Litu Sect cultivator, and the huge impact pushed the other party's body back.
Xu Qing ignored this person's counterattack and the incoming spells as he stabbed the other party's chest and heart six times in a row with the black iron stick.