Lighting Lanterns in the Mountains and Seas

On the high platform of the West Ox Team Command Center, Commander Niu Qian stood with arms crossed, leisurely watching the spectacle.

At the island's cave entrance, half-tucked behind the wall, Wu Jinliang peered outside, his face full of sheer delight. Zhu Xiangxin's surprise was immense, turning the tide as he single-handedly swept through thousands.

Seeing that the attackers dared not act rashly, he suddenly felt his spine stiffen; it seemed he need not hide or flee anymore.

Chu Jingtang and others, seated cross-legged on the beach, looked up in sheer astonishment.

In the sky, Chongxing took out his token, glanced at the message, pursed his lips without saying a word, yet the gloom in his eyes was hard to dispel.

At the same time, two more teams, nearly ten thousand strong, flew in and hovered behind Feng Yin and Yan Zhili.

They were the Demon Realm army from West Ox and the East Victory Team.

The Demon Realm army included over a hundred Demon Riders, tails flickering menacingly in the air.

The newcomers from both sides focused on the fire chain-monsters battling below.

"Senior Brother, what's that thing?"

Lu Zhanying floated next to Yan Zhili, asking.

Yan Zhili explained the recent scene calmly.

Upon hearing one person had instantaneously swept hundreds away, all listeners were startled into caution, none daring to underestimate.

Yet Yan Zhili cared most about the person on the island, signaling Lu Zhanying to pay attention.

Seeing Mu Lanqing also present, Lu Zhanying frowned.

On the other side, Feng Yin, responding to his team's inquiry, recounted the situation. The two accompanying Phoenix Clan members scoffed disdainfully, eyes fixed on the fire chain monster with contempt.

After a quiet wait, seeing none act, Feng Yin, clad in battle armor, coldly declared: "Still fighting? I'll let you go first."

From Beiju's side, Chongxing remained silent, unmoving.

Even Yan Zhili, leading East Victory, had no reaction, pondering what to do if Mu Lanqing made a move, as this was not merely a matter among disciples of Su Yuan Sect; the East Victory Commander was certainly watching.

Tong Mingshan and An Wuzhi, hearing the voice belong to the leader among West Ox, guessed who it was with anxiety, suspecting it was the Phoenix Clan, known for its fiery resilience — a potential headache for those cultivating Fire Attribute Skills like them.

As no one responded for a while, Feng Yin casually grasped, materializing a sky-piercing halberd full of dark gold patterns, and declared loudly again: "Since you're all so courteous, not taking action, then I won't hold back!"

With that, a flash, he soared above Zhu Xiangxin, his gaze firmly locked below, commanding: "Shi Chun, where is the Sky Splitting Sword? Hand it over and you'll be spared!"

Filled with battle spirit, Zhu Xiangxin unleashed hundreds of fire chains towards the opponent.

"Playing with fire before the Divine Clan, reckless fool!"

Feng Yin snorted coldly, swung his long halberd, and a flash of light enveloped the weapon, then he hurled it.

The rolling long halberd spun down violently, crashing into the entangled fire chains, tearing through them with explosive might.

Any fire chain touched by the halberd shattered, unable to withstand.

Within the exploding flames, the halberd pierced into the Blood Stele effortlessly, causing Zhu Xiangxin inside to panic.

Covered in glowing light, Feng Yin followed like a shadow, pursuing the halberd.

Even when faced with strangling fire chains, having tested his spear, he didn't even consider retaliating, as the chains exploded into flames upon contacting his radiance.

The chains that had easily swept thousands moments ago proved powerless against Feng Yin, startling Tong Mingshan and others.

With a buzz, Feng Yin's radiant figure fell like a meteor into the Blood Stele, his glow intensifying rapidly.

Faced with countless attacks previously unfazed, the Flame Blood Stele began to distort suddenly.

With a boom, the Stele exploded into flames, blazing across the island, igniting trees instantly.

BAM! Zhu Xiangxin was blasted off like a shooting star, crashing into the sand, creating a pit and coughing blood non-stop.

In the sky, Feng Yin wielded his spear, sweeping it across — the swirling flames vanishing instantly, even the burning flora extinguished, akin to divine intervention.

In the air, Chongxing and Tie Anfeng exchanged glances swiftly.

Commanders at the West Ox Team Command Center Mirror image, armpit snickers, while cheers erupted beside.

Tong Mingshan and An Wuzhi were shaken; the residual force from Feng Yin's sweep overwhelmed them.

Not only them but also Wu Jinliang and his lot were rattled.

Feng Yin stood arrogantly, gun pointing below, demanding: "Shi Chun, come out!"

Wu Jinliang's expression changed drastically, instantly turning to flee, darting swiftly through the winding tunnel, reaching its end, where Li Hongjiu sat surrounded by Sandal Gold Flame Energy, he shouted: "Brother Jiu, Lord Jiu, strong enemies attack, you can't sit still, uh, you're injured again? No way, you're not acting, are you?"

Seeing blood seeping from Li Hongjiu's nostrils.

Li Hongjiu glanced at him, too lazy to argue.

Thanks to the noisy alarm earlier, shouted run, disturbing him enough to halt, or the Thunder Sound Sect's roar might have disrupted his cultivation.

Despite this, his weakened organs were further aggravated by the Thunder Sound's sect call.

Of course, this wasn't why he stayed hidden.

The reason was his belonging to the Nanshan Team, making it inappropriate to reveal himself aiding the Heavenly Court Team.

Listening to Feng Yin challenge Shi Chun, he finally extended an index finger, casting magic, whereupon a drop of water rapidly formed from air, gleaming brightly.

Suddenly, the droplet exploded in dazzling white light, causing Wu Jinliang to turn away and shut his eyes tightly.

Li Hongjiu flicked his finger, launching a burst of intense light, zigzagging through the twisting tunnel, shooting out of the cave to rival the sunset.

Wu Jinliang reopened his eyes, realizing Li Hongjiu had vanished, blinking slightly, noticing his eyes, still adjusting from the intense light.

Simultaneously, his form twisted, transforming into a person wearing Beiju Battle Armor.

On the island, a blinding flash exploded suddenly, causing all outside, be it in the air or on the ground, to shut their eyes.

Even Feng Yin was startled; swiftly shut-eyed, maneuvering absurdly, warily swinging his spear.

The Five Command Centers watched, peering into Heavenly Mirror Mirror Image, caught off guard by the dazzling white light, quickly turning away.

To Wei Mo, at the East Victory Command Center, this scene felt so familiar.

When his eyes reopened, glancing at the mirror's scene, everything appeared unchanged yet his gaze soon fixed on the ocean's waves.

Examining the sea, noticing something amiss, the waves fell without rising.

Others might not comprehend the spectacle, but Wei Mo did, as it felt familiar, conjuring the next scene in mind, his deep gaze touching upon the floating mass of East Victory Army in view, his expression shifted drastically, shouting: "Quick, send message to Yan Zhili, fast, have them retreat!"