At the very least, these people would not hope for Earth Flame Island to be conquered unless it was their last resort.
...
Above the grand and awe-inspiring Ancestor Hall, spanning a hundred acres
Zhao Sheng slowly rose above the Fire Cloud, encompassed Han Wei, Zhou Li, and Shi Jiugong, sending a Divine Thought, "We only have thirty minutes. To avoid major casualties, why don't we all strike together and quickly breach the Ancestor Hall."
"That sounds good!"
"Most respectful of sixteen words!"
"Master, no objection!"
Following the other three Nascent Soul Ancestors' agreement with Zhao Sheng's suggestion, they simultaneously launched their attacks.
Suddenly, from the east, the Thunder Sea surged high, lifting waves instantly. And then, tens of thousands of Thunder Spears, as thick as a child's arm and a yard long, condensed out of the Thunder Sea.
