Mortal: I really didn't want to be reborn as Zi Ling!

"Something terrible has happened!"

Another scream came from the horizon, and a streak of light stumbled and flew in.

"Young Master, those bloodthirsty shark demons seem to be poisoned! They're dying one after another!"

"How is that possible?"

Wu Chou suddenly stood up and scanned the sea with his divine sense.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Indeed, quite a few bloodthirsty shark demons rolled upside down, motionless. But the low- and mid-level demonic beasts that were snatching food from the tiger's mouths all around remained unharmed, eating and swimming as usual, completely unaffected.

"What kind of poison is this?"

Wu Chou's gaze fell on the white-faced corpse of a shark demon.

The corpses appeared normal on the surface, but their abdomens were swollen and distended, as if something was fermenting and expanding inside. Several corpses had exploded, with dark red flesh and blood gushing out from the cracks, staining the surrounding seawater even darker.

Strangely, the monsters that scavenged the scraps ate heartily without showing any signs of discomfort.

The fat monk beside him looked at the person who had just brought the news with a face full of resentment.

Why wasn't he beaten?

-

Deep in the ocean.

Between the two rocks.

Zi Ling huddled in the icy seawater, her brows furrowed.

"What kind of Blood Plague Technique is this? Does it actually work?"

She touched the broken bead in her sea of ​​consciousness with her divine sense and asked doubtfully.

"Don't worry!"

That childish yet deliberately old-fashioned voice rang in Zi Ling's heart, tinged with a hint of smugness: "My secret technique is not only effective against these insignificant demonic beasts, but even immortals will be doomed if enough people die and the spread is fast enough. Even a Great Luo True Immortal would find it hard to escape disaster if he gets infected."

Zi Ling pouted.

Why doesn't she believe it?

It wasn't that they doubted the spell's effectiveness against the shark demons before them, but rather that they didn't believe an immortal could be so easily defeated.

But she got used to it—the bead in her sea of ​​consciousness was good in every way, except it loved to brag.

Thinking about how long he had been missing, not knowing the current situation on Kui Xing Island, not knowing what had happened to Miao Yin Sect, and not even knowing whether his parents had escaped—

Zi Ling gritted her teeth and stopped arguing with the bead.

She reached into the crevices of the rocks and groped for a moment before grabbing a piece of flesh from the bloodthirsty shark above.

The flesh was cold and slippery to the touch, with a strong, pungent stench that made one want to vomit.

Zi Ling suppressed her nausea and began to chant incantations and hand seals.

A faint purple light emanated from his fingertips, spreading along his fingers to the flesh and blood, seeping in like mercury.

Just as she was about to throw the piece of flesh away again, the creature in her mind called out to her once more.

"etc."

"What's wrong? Did I cast the spell wrong?" Zi Ling asked in confusion.

No, not at all.

The voice paused, then added with a strange laugh: "This spell needs a little something added, otherwise—"

Before she could finish speaking, Zi Ling felt the broken bead deep in her sea of ​​consciousness light up slightly.

Streaks of red spiritual light emerged from her palm, writhing like living things, and burrowed into the flesh that had been afflicted with the Blood Plague spell.

Zi Ling curiously leaned closer to take a look.

Then, she involuntarily shivered, and goosebumps covered her entire body.

That's not red light at all.

They were clearly countless tiny insects, invisible to the naked eye, densely packed together, wriggling, burrowing, and devouring on the surface of flesh and blood.

Although she knew that these things were created by that broken bead, the thought that they came out of her palm sent chills down her spine, and her fear of that broken bead deepened even more.

"Alright, hurry up and throw it out."

The voice carried a hint of impatience: "Now just wait and see the show! Hehehe—"

Zi Ling took a deep breath.

She ignored the bead's eerie laughter, and with a burst of strength, flung the piece of flesh far away.

Flesh and blood swirled and rose in the undercurrent, passing through layers of water and drifting upwards.

Zi Ling retreated into the crevice of the reef and held her breath.

-

On the sea.

Wu Chou's face was extremely ugly.

The white-faced shark demon corpses exploded one after another.

Dark red fragments of flesh and entrails rained down from the sky, hitting the sea with muffled splashes.

A cloying, rotten smell filled the air, seeping into the nostrils and sticking to the throat, refusing to dissipate.

Even more bizarrely—

After the shattered flesh and blood fell into the sea, the bloodthirsty sharks that had been unharmed began to roll belly up one after another.

First, the level one and two demonic beasts were infected, then the level three and four demonic beasts were also infected, and even the level five bloodthirsty shark demon he controlled began to show abnormalities.

The people following behind him were even more apprehensive, each one of them wrapped in colorful protective shields, fearing they might be infected.

At this moment, not only the fat cultivator, but even the middle-aged cultivator felt a chill run down his spine.

"Young Master, do you think this could be one of that woman's tricks?"

-

The stench of blood on the sea was so strong it was almost unbearable; the azure waters had long since turned into a boiling sea of ​​blood.

After repelling another wave of bloodthirsty shark demons, Zhou Yuan knelt on one knee at the bow of the flying boat, gripping the gunwale tightly; her magic power was about to give out.

They had even prepared for their demise today.

But what happened next made her eyes widen.

One after another, the hordes of well-trained, bloodthirsty shark demons rolled over belly to belly.

Its white belly faced upwards, its fins twitched weakly a few times, and then—

boom!

The belly of a shark monster exploded.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

The explosions were continuous, like a grand fireworks display.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and broken bones scattered in all directions.

Zhou Yuan subconsciously erected a protective shield of spiritual light. Several sticky bits of flesh slapped onto the shield and slowly slid off, leaving a dark red bloodstain.

A cloying, fishy stench filled the air. Zhou Yuan covered her mouth and nose, her brows furrowed.

In places unnoticed, at the moment of each explosion, countless red insects, invisible to the naked eye, flew out from the cracks. They were as small as dust, almost invisible, and accompanied by blood mist, bypassing all defenses, they burrowed into the bodies of other living shark demons.

Then, another explosion occurred.

The death spread in concentric circles, from level one to level two, and from level two to level three, with an unstoppable force.

"This is?"

A streak of light rushed in from afar. Master Mulong hovered beside the flying boat, his expression unusually solemn as he scanned the hundreds of shark demon corpses on the sea.

He turned his head to look at Zhou Yuan, whose face was pale, and his eyes showed a hint of caution.

Not long ago, there were rumors that Zhou Yuan had ambushed and killed Elder Gu, but he just took it as luck.

A female cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation, who only launched a sneak attack, has been revealed today...

Thousands of demonic beasts perished here, including many level three, level four, and even level five demonic beasts.

Even if he personally took action, it would be impossible to slaughter them all in such a short time.

The other party disregarded the danger and stayed in the area; it seems I underestimated them.

A few days ago, Wang Heng and his wife joined forces to force back Wu Chou, the young master of Jiyin Island, proving that their reputation was well-deserved.