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

"Stop talking nonsense."

Zi Ling urged, "Hurry up, it'll be too late if we wait any longer."

On the sea, Zhou Yuan had already raised the jade box.

Wu Chou's large, black hand also reached out.

"Relax, relax."

The voice carried a hint of impatience: "He's just a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator; taking him down is a piece of cake."

The moment the words fell.

The sea suddenly became still.

The wind stopped.

The surging crimson waves were eerily suspended in mid-air, as if time had been frozen.

"What happened?"

Zhou Yuan instantly put the jade box back and instinctively spread her divine sense outwards, but after scanning the surroundings, she found nothing.

Wu Chou's expression also turned serious.

He abruptly turned his head, looking around, his divine sense sweeping over the surface of the sea, the sky, and the seabed again and again—

everything is normal.

But the unease in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

It felt like something was watching him from the shadows.

"Look at the sea!"

Someone shouted, their voice trembling.

All eyes turned to the sea.

The seawater is getting clearer.

The seawater, stained red with blood, seemed to have been filtered by something, and the red color faded at a visible speed.

In the short time it took to breathe, the sea surface within a radius of several miles became clear, and in the shallow areas, one could even see the reefs and pebbles on the seabed.

Then--

hum.

A deep hum came from the seabed, like some ancient being awakening.

The shark carcasses floating on the sea surface began to tremble, and one by one they rose to the surface, suspended in mid-air.

Dark red blood gushed from the corpse, as if drawn by an invisible force, converging around the body of the Wood Dragon Immortal.

The blood accumulates more and more, and the accumulation is faster and faster.

They spun, intertwined, and coalesced in mid-air, gradually outlining a massive silhouette.

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Twenty zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Thirty zhang (approximately 33 meters).

A colossal creature, formed from the bloodthirsty shark demon and the wooden dragon immortal, slowly took shape.

It resembles a shark in appearance, but has human limbs. The bulging muscle lines are clearly visible on its blood-red body, each muscle containing explosive power.

Its skin, if that dark red blood film can be called skin, is like a branding iron heated to a high temperature, radiating a scorching heat.

Its eyes were two dancing purplish-red flames, without pupils or focus, yet they made the soul of anyone who looked into them tremble.

An aura comparable to that of a top-tier level seven demonic beast poured down from its body.

On the sea, the Foundation Establishment cultivators from Jiyin Island felt their legs go weak, and some even collapsed onto their flying swords, their faces as pale as paper.

"What...what kind of monster is this?"

"Run!"

Some people turned to run away, but found that their legs wouldn't obey them.

"Gagaga!"

Remnant Pearl's voice exploded in Zi Ling's mind, filled with boastfulness and smugness: "How about it? Isn't my move amazing? Want to learn it?"

Zi Ling stared in disbelief at the enormous creature.

She had considered that the broken pearl might use various methods, such as possession, curses, magic, supernatural powers, or even take action itself—

But she never expected it to be done this way.

Just create a monster.

"Impressive, indeed."

Zi Ling snapped out of her daze and said in a feigned indifference, "But I asked you to save my senior sister, not to show off."

The laughter of the remaining pearl came to an abrupt end.

"Tch—just you wait and see."

Before the words were even finished, the blood-red shark-man moved.

Its size is as large as a mountain, but its speed is incredibly fast.

A thousand feet apart, traversed in a single step.

When they sneaked within ten feet of Wu Chou, Wu Chou didn't even have time to react.

That fist, as large as a pavilion, carrying a howling wind pressure, headed straight for Wu Chou's face.

Before the fist even arrived, the force of the punch had already created a huge crater in the air.

Wu Chou's pupils suddenly dilated.

He sensed the threat of death.

That feeling was a hundred times stronger than when Wang Heng and Zhou Yuan chased and beat me together on Kuixing Island last time.

He could only instinctively raise his arms to shield the magic weapon in front of him.

Then--

boom!

The moment the fist struck Wu Chou, a visible shockwave exploded in the air. Wu Chou was sent flying like a kicked pebble, carving a trail of water hundreds of feet long across the sea.

Blood gushed from his mouth as if it were free, drawing an arc in the air.

His magical artifact was nowhere to be found, his arms were twisted at bizarre angles, and countless bones were broken.

"Grandmaster, save me—"

Wu Chou's voice was as harsh as a pig being slaughtered, completely devoid of his previous composure and arrogance.

Before he could finish speaking, a strange and aged voice came from his mouth, as if a different person was speaking.

"Damn, that hurts! What happened to you?"

Wu Chou—no, at this moment it should be the Extreme Yin Ancestor—began to twist and deform his body. His bones made cracking sounds as they reassembled at a speed visible to the naked eye; his collapsed chest swelled up; his broken arms returned to their original shape.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Chou's body was restored to its original state.

But the Patriarch of Extreme Yin had not yet had time to breathe a sigh of relief.

The crimson shark-man took a step that covered a hundred feet, and was once again on his head.

A gigantic foot stomped down from above, blotting out the sky and pressing down like a mountain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sea exploded, and water splashed hundreds of feet high.

The Yin Ancestor immediately tried to dodge, but was shocked to find that his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and every inch of movement required a thousand times or even ten thousand times the usual effort.

He could only grit his teeth, channel all his magical power, and raise his newly repaired arms in an attempt to block the kick.

The moment his feet landed, his arms groaned in pain once again.

The bones were broken.

Bloody.

He plunged into the sea like a shooting star, splashing water dozens of feet high.

The icy seawater enveloped his body, giving him a brief moment to catch his breath.

But before he could catch his breath...

He looked up—

The crimson shark-man had somehow arrived at the seabed and was now crouching on the coral reef, staring intently at him with its eyes that flickered with purplish-red flames.

It was like watching prey waiting to be slaughtered.

The Yin Ancestor's back was pressed against the underwater reef, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

"stop!"

He quickly spoke, his voice tinged with urgency: "Fellow Daoist, we are complete strangers, why fight to the death? I have some acquaintance with the nobleman Feng hope, let's talk things out—"

His response was a fist that was bigger, heavier, and faster than before.

The moment the fist slammed into the face of the Yin Ancestor, the mud and sand on the seabed were shaken up and surged up, forming a turbid mudflow.

The body of the Extreme Yin Ancestor flew out of the mudflow, smashed several huge reefs, and carved a deep trench in the seabed.

On the sea.

The disciples of Jiyin Island watched in terror as their young sect leader—no, at this moment, he should be called the Jiyin Ancestor—was kicked around like a ball by a blood-red shark-man.

It's unclear who was the first to turn and run away.

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

More than a dozen streaks of light transformed into birds and beasts in different directions and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The large black hand that had trapped Fan Jingmei had already dissipated when Wu Chou took the first punch, turning into a cloud of black mist and vanishing into the air.

Fan Jingmei fell from mid-air, but was caught by a gentle force and slowly landed on the sea.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the blood-red monster in the distance that was brutally beating Wu Chou, her mouth agape enough to fit a fist.

Zhou Yuan wasn't much better off.

The jade box was still in his hand, held in a half-folded position, like a sculpture, gazing motionlessly towards the seabed.

She couldn't quite grasp the situation for a moment.

What is this...?

Where did it come from?

Why fight Wu Chou?

Zi Ling was also watching the blood-red shark-man repeatedly slam the Extreme Yin Ancestor into the seabed, watching the Extreme Yin Ancestor struggle to get up only to be slammed down again and again, watching his pleas for mercy and threats become like a crying child in front of that huge fist.

The voice of the broken pearl rang out in the sea of ​​consciousness at just the right moment, carrying a hint of pride and smugness.

"How about it? I wasn't lying to you, was I? Taking him down was a piece of cake!"

Zi Ling looked at the jade box in the hands of Senior Sister Fan and her mother who had been rescued, and then looked at the rubber man being brutally beaten in the distance, and the man's intermittent screams.

With a slight upturn of the corners of my mouth, I felt my thoughts were clear and my breasts were unblocked.

"It's alright."

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