Wanying Dragon King...No, the Dragon King of East Sea, Ao Guang, whose name had been changed by Wu Qi, hid in a thick mist of water above the eastern ocean with some old dragons, Lord Xiansheng, Catfish, and a group of aquatic demons from Myriad Immortals Planet. Everyone was watching the battle on the far-off cliff with a frown on their brows.
The Dark Shell Eight Directional Defensive Formation had been torn apart by the monk, Ming Li. Several flying ships were pulled out of the giant green turtle shell, and the soldiers on board were knocked unconscious by his scripture chants that sounded as loud as the toll of a bronze bell. The flying ships drifted aimlessly in mid-air with the wind. While laughing strangely, Ming Li kept striking at the formation which was barely-formed by the remaining ships with his wooden fish and knocker. The air rang with loud booms while a shower of light filled the void.
