The momentum was truly soul-stirring.
Compared to those three, Wu Jinliang wasn't much better off. His cultivation at the Human Immortal Upper Realm was only one level higher than theirs. At this moment, he staggered like a drunkard, swaying along a zigzag path and ultimately crashing down onto the beach.
He flipped over, crawled up to kneel and sit, half-sitting in the water, bowing his head, clutching his chest, shaking his head vehemently, trying desperately to adjust his inner breath, feeling anxious but so dizzy that he couldn't open his eyes.
He knew this was dangerous, a big problem, and cursed inwardly, not knowing what kind of trick the Heavenly Court Command Center was pulling, only notifying them when the enemy was upon them.
