In any space and time, there was always the saying that the bold would overreach their limits and perish, while the timid would starve.
The Sky Crying Great Saint remained in midair, battling the Sha Clan. With each movement, a surge of wild energy rolled and surged in the air like a vast ocean, making one's hair stand on end.
However, the Sha Clan, a race with ten thousand years of lineage, displayed tactics that left everyone present speechless.
A group of them had to cross two mountains before they could no longer feel the turbulent energy fluctuations. They stopped and turned around, their eyes blazingly watching the battle between the Sky Crying Great Saint and the Sha Clan.
