The island was no longer there, plunged a thousand fathoms deep into the bottom of the lake.
The clear and reflective surface of Ten Mile Flat Lake was gone, revealing the pocked and uneven lakebed, littered with the corpses of Spirit Fish and Spirit Plants.
In the sky, droplets of rain fell steadily.
Despite facing such devastation, a tremor went through Cheng Dou's heart.
The battle of Golden Core Cultivators almost reached the terrifying degree of flattening seas and draining rivers.
Especially since this battle from beginning to end had been under the control of one person, who had kept the scope of the combat from widening.
If they had really fought recklessly, even the 36 Flying Swallow Islands might not have been enough for their ravages.
Swallowing hard, Cheng Dou bent deeply at the waist.
"Cheng Dou of Black Swan Island, leading all Cultivators of the 36 Flying Swallow Islands, pays respects to Demon King Qingyang!"