As the bead fell, it seed to affect the sea. The sea suddenly churned and the waves in the surroundings rose into a tsunami. It was like a giant hidden at the bottom of the sea had lifted its large hands and grabbed at the four rfolk islands.
However, a huge light screen suddenly appeared on the four rfolk islands.
This light screen was none other than the rfolk race's protective array. Its might was astonishing. At this mont, with the full-powered activation, it imdiately slowed down the speed of the black pearl falling from the sky. However, the black bead's pressure was so strong that it caused the protective array to fluctuate intensely.
The waves of the tsunami in the surroundings were stopped by the protective array. Booming sounds echoed and a furious roar rang out from Image Island, one of the four islands.
"Seven Blood Eyes, what are you trying to do?!"
As the roar shook the sky, a huge face appeared.
This face was illusory and rose from the island. It grew larger and larger until it was comparable to an island.
It was the face of an old man with a beard. His eyes were filled with shock as he glared angrily at the figure on the wyvern.
However, the instant he let out a furious roar,…
On the four islands of the rfolk race, many of the array cores of the protective array collapsed from the inside and exploded.
Soone seed to have tampered with the array cores that numbered more than 40 long ago. The hidden chanism was activated at that mont and instantly destroyed the cores!
In addition, a powerful fluctuation appeared on each of the four islands.
The Seven Blood Eyes had been preparing to destroy the rfolk race for a long ti. They had already infiltrated the rfolk race deeply and understood them inside out. Since they dared to invade now, they clearly had absolute confidence.
As the expression of the rfolk old man changed drastically, the black bead in the air suddenly shone with a black light. This light grew brighter and brighter and finally transford into a huge palm that seed to blot out the sky. It carried countless purple lightning as it slamd down on the face below and the protective array it was in.
A huge explosion spread in all directions. The first thing that couldn't withstand it was the rfolk race's array formation. It rapidly caved in and finally collapsed, revealing a huge palm-shaped gap.
Countless purple lightning bolts rapidly spread along the edges of the protective array. Wherever they passed, the array formation would completely collapse.
The entire process only lasted for more than ten breaths of ti. The rfolk's protective array collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The backlash caused many areas on the four islands to explode into dust.
After the palm print collapsed the array formation, it grew larger and larger, suppressing the illusory face ford by the rfolk old man and smashing it onto an island.
This island was Image.
A huge palm print appeared in the center of the island that was clearly visible from the sky.
The surroundings of the palm print were filled with destroyed buildings and flesh and blood. However, at the center of the palm print was a tower which wasn't completely destroyed but there were huge cracks on it.
This tower was like a temple built from white bones. It looked majestic but also extrely gloomy, and it gave off a feeling of grief and anger.
This was because the material that was used to build this tower was countless bones, and they were all of humans!
From the spirit energy left in the bones, these bones mostly belonged to the disciples of the Seven Blood Eyes.
The rfolk old man whose illusory face had appeared in the air earlier was rapidly flying out of this tower. On the way, he spat out a mouthful of blood and his expression was extrely ugly. He looked at the sky and rushed over, wanting to counterattack.
In the palace on the wyvern's body, the figure standing there looked at the tower on the Image Island. His cold voice spread everywhere.
"rfolk race!"
"All these years, my Seven Blood Eyes has treated your race well."
"After your race beca our sect's ally, our sect provided great assistance in terms of resources many tis. 23 years ago, your race encountered a calamity of anomalous substances and our sect did our best to help. We provided countless resources and their value is at least 100 million spirit stones."
"Sixteen years ago, your race was attacked by the Spirit Wither Race and was in danger of being exterminated. No race ca to save you, but I personally led the disciples to help you. Many of the disciples were sacrificed to resolve the crisis of your race. At that ti, countless mbers of your race requested for my sect's sacrificed disciples to be buried here to prove our friendship."
"These sacrificed disciples should have been revered by your race, but in order to curry favor with the Sea Corpse Race, your race dug out their corpses to build a tower as a tribute."
"You repaid our kindness with ingratitude. If I don't destroy your race today, the world won't tolerate it." As he spoke, this figure took a step forward and stood in the air. It was the Seventh Peak's Peak Lord, Old Master Seventh.
He wore a purple Daoist robe and his eyes seed to contain lightning. He did not look angry but he let out an oppressive aura. The words he said resounded through the clouds. He sent another palm strike toward the rfolk ancestor who had rushed out of Image Island. After that, he flicked his sleeve and pointed his left hand at the void to the left.
The rfolk ancestor below was suppressed imdiately. Countless water droplets appeared in the surroundings and enveloped him, turning into a huge water pearl.
The rfolk ancestor wanted to struggle but was unable to break free. His expression was distorted as he let out a deep roar.
"Zheng Kaiyi, stop talking about useless things. So what if we dug them out? The Sea Corpse Race is protecting our rfolk race now, and they are already on their way!"
"I'll wait."
Old Master Seventh calmly spoke and looked at the void where he had pointed.
That place distorted and another figure appeared.
It wasn't a rfolk but a middle-aged cultivator who looked like a human.
He wore black armor and his aura was strong, but he emitted an intense intent to die. From the visible parts of his body, it could be seen that he suffered skin necrosis and one could even see so maggots crawling around in his skin. It was as though he was a corpse to begin with.
This person had clearly been hiding to launch a sneak attack. Now that he was discovered, he could not counterattack even if he wanted to. He was instantly sealed into water droplets by the countless water droplets that appeared in the surroundings and floated in the air along with the rfolk ancestor.
After sealing these two, Old Master Seventh ignored them and pointed at the four rfolk islands below.
Imdiately, the wyvern roared and rows of astonishing magic tools appeared on its back, emitting torrential spells that headed straight for the islands.
At the sa ti, in the purple sea in the sky, more figures appeared. They were none other than the Foundation Building cultivators of the Seventh Peak of the Seven Blood Eyes. Accompanying them were incomparably astonishing magic ships.
These magic ships were of different sizes but each of them had an astonishing aura. They appeared in unison and lined up in the sky. Their magic power was circulated to the extre and they all bombarded the four islands below.
The spell powers of the Foundation Building magic boats seed to have transford into more than a hundred spears that represented death. At the sa ti, 13 even more exaggeratedly huge magic warships that were 7000 to 8000 feet long squeezed out of the void and directly covered the four islands.
Amidst the rumbling, the four islands trembled intensely. The target of the Seven Blood Eyes this ti was none other than all the magic tools on the islands and the Core Formation cultivators.
At the next instant, the countless magic tools on the four islands all collapsed. All the Core Formation cultivators had nowhere to hide and were locked onto. They were forced out by the spell and suppressed one by one in the air.
At that mont, there were no more Core Formation cultivators on the four rfolk islands!
After doing this, Old Master Seventh waved his hand and the sea of purple light in the sky suddenly sank and directly enveloped the four islands of the rfolk race, forming the sky cutting formation and suppression!
Wails rang out from the array formation and all the rfolk cultivators spat out blood.
Among them, Qi Condensation cultivators were still alright, but the cultivation of Foundation Building cultivators was actually suppressed. All of them fell by a major realm and were suppressed to the Perfected Qi Condensation Realm.
On the Forbidden Sea outside the four islands of the rfolk race, purple lights flashed as the figures of the Seventh Peak's disciples appeared one after another.
They were not surprised when they saw that they were above the Forbidden Sea. Instead, they imdiately took out their magic boats and fell into the sea one after another.
Xu Qing was among them.
At this mont, Old Master Seventh, who was in the sky, calmly spoke.
"The Seventh Peak's Grand Competition has begun. Wolf cubs, you can enter now. Many races are watching this Grand Competition. Kill them well and showcase the elegant deanor of my Seven Blood Eyes."
He flicked his sleeve and a storm instantly blew over from the surrounding sea, speeding up the disciples' magic boats. They were like sharp blades that stabbed toward the four rfolk islands!
In an instant, these four to five thousand disciples borrowed the power of the storm to lock onto their respective targets and rush toward different islands.
Xu Qing looked at the large number of magic ships with terrifying auras in the sky in shock and then at the ruined islands covered in purple light in front of him. His mind was shaken.
To him, it was just an instant of teleportation. However, he didn't expect that when he arrived, the outco of the battle seed to have already been decided. It was indeed as the captain had said earlier. The true major things were settled by those people on the mountain.
To piedmont disciples like him, the main point of this competition was to get rich. Of course, the prerequisite was that they could survive.
A sharp glint flashed in Xu Qing's eyes. He had already made a decision earlier. At this mont, he adjusted the direction of the magic boat and rushed toward Binding Island.
His target was the Foundation Building holy item and the Foundation Building Pills on Binding Island. Although the effect of the forr was ordinary, he also wanted to sell them for 500,000 spirit stones…
There were many disciples who had the sa thoughts as him, and most of them were at the upper levels of Qi Condensation. When observed from above, more than a thousand magic boats were heading to Binding Island.
There were even speed-type magic boats that had already landed on the island.
Xu Qing wasn't slow by much. Very soon, he approached the shore. He put away the magic boat and leaped up. After he got ashore, he headed straight for the jungle ahead.
Just as he was about to get close, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He instantly sped up and dodged the arrows ford by spells flying out of the jungle before charging over.
In the jungle, so rfolk cultivators saw Xu Qing's arrival. Their eyes were filled with killing intent as they let out low roars. Xu Qing didn't slow down and directly headed toward them.
As he brandished his dagger, heads started flying up. After killing three people in a row, Xu Qing suddenly jumped back and slashed behind him. Blood spurted out; the stomach of a vicious-looking rfolk cultivator who was about to launch a sneak attack was cut open.
At the sa ti, the other rfolk cultivators in the surroundings all rushed toward him with malevolence and bloodthirst.
Xu Qing narrowed his eyes. Although he loathed the rfolk race, his goal in coming here this ti was to snatch the Foundation Building holy item and not to waste ti in aningless fights, so he tried to leave.
However, rfolk cultivators appeared in front of him. They ford an encirclent with the rfolk race at the back.
Xu Qing knew that he would not be able to leave, so he simply rushed over.
A while later, his figure walked out of the battlefield. As the blood on the dagger in his hand dripped with the wind, he sped deeper into the jungle.
At this mont, on the four rfolk islands, the battle between the Seventh Peak's disciples and the rfolk cultivators was erupting in many areas.
The battles beca increasingly intense!
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