However, at this moment, all members of the Sea Clan felt a shiver.
"How is this possible? How could Lu Yi possess such strength?" The Peak Great Mahayana Black Water Flood Dragon tensed its body, staring fixedly at Lu Yi as if beholding a primordial fierce beast.
Even though they hadn't fought yet, it was already contemplating retreat.
Just then, Lu Yi took a step forward, like a swath of starlight cascading down from the heavens, a pure silver sword light flashed by in the blink of an eye, and then was gone as if it had never been there.
The world fell silent.
Afterwards, all the Sea Clan Cultivators in the sky shattered into pieces, turning into clouds of blood mist that dissipated into the air.
Lu Yi exhaled a turbid breath, his face slightly pale, his breath somewhat weaker than before.
In order to prevent any complications, and not give these Sea Clan Cultivators a chance to counterattack or send messages, Lu Yi directly used his most powerful technique.