The roar of tens of millions of people far surpassed the rumble of thunder. Under this overwhelming pressure, even the void could barely withstand the penetrating force of the sound, trembling ceaselessly.
The army of tens of millions was brimming with fervor, as though the fire of battle blazing within their hearts had been fully ignited, ready at any moment to launch a war that would trample everything in its path.
Compared to their unmatched momentum, the people within the Ethereal Peak were all frowning in deep unease. Many were involuntarily retreating, their eyes filled with terror.
Because from those thunderous roars, they could feel their enemy's resolve to fight with everything they had. Their opponents had truly come prepared this time, and they were thoroughly shaken.
They had begun to wonder—what if this army of tens of millions actually attacked? Could the Ethereal Peak's protective grand array truly withstand such an assault?
What if all these experts struck together? Even if the Ethereal Fairy was powerful, could she truly hold them off?
If the grand array couldn't protect them, and if even the Ethereal Fairy proved no match, wouldn't they all be doomed?
"Trample my Ethereal Peak? You think you're worthy?!!"
But just then, a voice filled with overwhelming pressure suddenly rang out. The moment it sounded, the already trembling void beyond the Immortal Slayer Archipelago began to shake violently, cracks even appearing across it, as though it were about to shatter apart.
At the same time, the sea below completely erupted. Towering waves churned and rolled, nearly surging up to the heavens.
This earth-shaking, heaven-reversing turbulence spread outward in all directions from the Ethereal Peak, accompanied by that piercing shout.
In an instant, the army standing in the sky could not withstand the violent shaking. One after another they were thrown off balance—many losing their ability to soar through the air entirely, plummeting from the heights like a rain of people into the churning waves below.
At this moment, among the tens of millions, not a single person below the Martial King realm could stand steadily. Even one as powerful as Murong Xun was sent tumbling through the air in utter disarray.
At this, Chun Wu, Xia Yu, Qiu Zhu, and Dong Xue were overjoyed, for they all knew—the Ethereal Fairy had emerged from her seclusion.
Sure enough, when they turned to look, two figures were walking leisurely from deep within the Ethereal Peak, making their way toward the entrance.
Those two were none other than Qiushui Fuyan and the Ethereal Fairy.
The moment the Ethereal Fairy appeared, Murong Niekong swept his sleeve, and a powerful Martial King aura erupted outward, spreading in all directions.
His aura was formidable, carrying the momentum to quell all disturbance. Wherever it passed, the violent shaking subsided, and in the end he managed to suppress it entirely.
Yet even so, no one dared underestimate the Ethereal Fairy. On the contrary, every face was now etched with gravity. A single roar had thrown tens of millions of troops into complete disarray—this clearly showed that the Ethereal Fairy's strength was no empty legend. She was truly one of the most supreme figures of the Eastern Sea.
"The Ethereal Fairy is truly extraordinary. This junior has learned something new today." After calming the chaos, Murong Niekong smiled faintly and, quite uncharacteristically shedding his earlier arrogance, gave a rather humble bow toward the Ethereal Fairy.
"Murong Niekong, spare me the theatrics. Was it you who just said you'd trample my Ethereal Peak?" The Ethereal Fairy's gaze was sharp, her voice cold.
"Fairy, I did indeed say those words, but there was reason behind it."