At the same time, in a hall within the illusory palace measuring dozens of zhang in size, another fierce battle was raging intensely.
The entire hall, at a glance, was filled everywhere with mountain-crushing, tsunami-like blue staff shadows, overlapping heavily and seemingly endless like the ocean.
And the source of all this was a man's phantom, wrapped in blue light and suspended in mid-air above the hall.
This man appeared to be around thirty, his expressionless hands holding a deep blue spirit staff and seemingly waving it at random, yet the towering staff shadows below seemed to change rhythmically with his movements.
At the same time, two figures were remarkably in the midst of the surging staff shadows below, darting back and forth desperately, urging their spirit weapons in hand, struggling against the waves.