Xia Ji still hadn't reached the island.
He imagined the worst-case scenario in his mind.
Thus, he directly used the power of the twelfth level of the divine art.
Under the divine power, the mountains were like teacups, the rivers were like tea, and the world was transformed into power.
He took a few steps forward and walked on the blue water surface as if it was flat ground.
As he walked, eighteen arms extended from his body.
Each of the eighteen hands had their own stance.
He clasped his hands together, and the power of heaven and earth enveloped the green mountains and swept into the sea. Like an invisible wall, it surrounded the island.
With a flick of his hands, the Water Dao Mysterious Art led the seawater to transform into a dragon, soaring into the sky and surging far away. Strangely, once the seawater left, it could never return, causing the water level of this mysterious island to become lower and lower.
Lower and lower…
