Ye Baiyi stood on the half-destroyed Wall of North Sea.
The wind was very strong, causing his long black hair and snow-white robe to flutter in the air. He gazed in the direction of Silver Mist Sea with a calm look on his face, appearing as if he was unconcerned about his sensational victory.
The generals beside him were very cheerful. They had just trampled the last defensive line that was obstructing their great army from conquering the Avalon of Five Elements.
Less than half of the Wall of North Sea remained standing. Spiralling columns of white smoke rose in the air and dissipated into wisps of mist. Since the wall was made up of mist, and now that no more elemental energy was being channeled into it, it was gradually disintegrating. After a while, the debris from the Wall of North Sea had completely disappeared.
