The place where the Master of Primordial Chaos met his end had turned into a swampy water town within a radius of tens of miles due to the backflow of a torrent.
Turbulent water flowed around but was gathered back together by some strange power, preventing a quick drying up.
Surge roared, a group of Sun and Moon Divine Sect players hung in mid-air, each with a different look on their face, whispering to each other.
"Lord Wind Fire's knife is becoming more and more fierce. That bald monk was instantly killed by Little Five with a blow, yet still was blown up by one of Lord Wind Fire's strikes!"
"Nonsense, Returning Sea Knife has seven prohibitions, with each level more powerful than the last, up until the seventh level. It wouldn't be a problem to turn the surrounding hundred miles into a water town lake. If the cooling time wasn't too long, Lord Wind Fire could reach the top three of the Heavenly Ranking with just this one move!"
