Somewhere in the East Sea.
At the peak of an underwater desolate mountain, the Pseudo-Human King youth maintained a cold expression, sitting on the cliff gently stroking a fish, gazing towards the direction of the disaster's outbreak.
Splash!
Above the sea surface over his head, dharma aspects swept across the sky, returning to their ancestral graves as the battle ended.
Any one of them was of the One Heart Realm, possessing the terrifying power to easily crush and kill him, the strongest Emperor of the Pseudo-human Race.
"And yet... they are merely cannon fodder against Xian, easily swept away."
His eyes drooped, "They are too strong, we pseudo-humans are still far from the top power class."
The Pseudo-human Calamity had only erupted for a few months, as the strongest among them, no matter how formidable, he couldn't reach the One Heart Realm's level.
He secretly targeted some Sea Race Holy Lands, conducting infections, which was already quite impressive.
