A day later, deep in the sea 4000 kilometers to the north of the Southern Continent, the sunset here was like blood, dyeing the horizon a solemn crimson. The entire sea surface seemed like a serene painting ripped apart by violence, with turbulent waves and surging currents, and hundreds of warship wrecks resembled giant steel tombstones, half-sunken and half-floating among the waves.
There were also a large number of wreckage fragments and oil-stained wooden pieces, as well as tens of thousands of corpses, tossed around with the fierce waves, drifting in all directions.
At the center of the battlefield, a great battle was nearing its end.
The Second Divine Envoy of the Central Continent Business Alliance, Gu Qingyu, suspended in mid-air, appeared terribly wretched, bleeding from all seven orifices. His aura, after being pushed by several Secret Techniques, was nearing exhaustion.
