The mighty fleet of over a thousand flying boats seemed so insignificant in front of those battle scars.
As Ye Xiaofan and the others' flying boat soared over a particular sword mark in the earth, everyone wore an expression of utter astonishment.
Below the flying boat, a vast sword mark pierced through the land, its depth unknown, vast and boundless, over a thousand flying boats skimmed above the sword mark, as if flying over the crest of a boundless ocean, seemingly unable to see the end of the sword mark at a glance.
"My god, what kind of divine being could have created such a terrifying sword mark?"
