Rumble—
Thunder light blazed across the sky, its fierce brightness visible from thousands of miles away.
Outside the desolate oasis, Zhouyang watched the fierce thunder light with a numb expression on his face.
It had already been three days since "Cyan Yang Daoist" and the others entered the oasis, and in those three days, the fierce thunder light had never ceased.
When he first saw the thunder light illuminating the sky, he was, of course, shocked beyond measure, but after seeing it so often, he became numb to it.
After all, Golden Core Stage cultivators are truly impressive!
"I don't know when this battle will end. Judging by the looks of it, Elder Cao's side should be close to victory, right? That ghostly wailing hasn't been heard for half a day now!"
Zhouyang gazed at the distant, imposing battlefield, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
He naturally wasn't worried about Cao Wenjin and the other two Golden Core Stage cultivators but was worried for himself.
