In May, Songping Island was meant to be a place of picturesque scenery, covered in maple leaves, with fishermen's songs echoing in the evenings—a scene of thriving prosperity.
But now, as far as the eye could see, the island was a battlefield, both on its shores and inland.
"Golden Sun Demon, fourth rotation!"
Upon hearing their leader's command, a hundred-man squad of Cultivators channeled their Magical Power into the Command Flags in their hands. Above their heads, a thirty-foot-tall Vajra Fury Aspect materialized, faced forward, and swung the Demon-Subduing Pestle it held.
A streak of golden light shot forth. The Qi Refining Fish Beasts charging them were like grass before a scythe, slashed in two and bursting into a spray of gore that filled the air.
