The Inland battlefield was completely silent.
A never-before-seen fireworks feast shocked the cultivators from both the upper and lower realms, including the aggressive Sea Race.
They had never seen a war being fought in such a brutal way.
The essence of war was to kill. Through death, one could strike and intimidate the enemy, and ultimately achieve the desired goal.
When one side was strong enough and won an overwhelming victory, the war would often be unable to continue.
The sea Race cultivators felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles at this moment. They didn't know what to do.
These dozen or so sea tribe nascent soul cultivators were a force that couldn't be ignored no matter where they were. They were enough to easily suppress one side.
Their original plan was to use their innate abilities and the sea race's reputation to intimidate the cultivators on land.
Once the plan succeeded, the sea Race would definitely control the lower realm.
