The Willow Leaf Boat veered, and soon came near that wooden ship. It showed that the wind was high and the waves were turbulent, and many demon monsters in the Dark Sea had long since set their sights on the Daoist upon the wooden ship, rushing toward it.
That Daoist was bound to the mast, unable to move a muscle. To the demon monsters, he was simply a delicacy delivered to their doorstep, and naturally they wanted to savor him thoroughly. Yet the Daoist still retained a portion of his magic power, refining the iron anchor on the ship into a weapon. Driven by chains, it shuttled back and forth with extreme power, piercing the demon monsters that dared to offend him.
That ship anchor was cast from black iron, weighing a thousand or more catties, shaped like a shovel with a hook at the bottom. When he conjured it, many strange textures emerged on the surface of the anchor, somewhat similar to talismans and Dao patterns, yet somewhat different.
Chen Shi unfurled his Dao field from afar, fixing the wind and waves. The sea surface for dozens of miles around immediately became calm and tranquil.
Those demon monsters were startled, diving into the sea one after another to peer over this way. Seeing only one large and one small woman along with a youth on the ship, their boldness grew much greater as they rushed toward the Willow Leaf Boat.
Chen Shi's mind stirred slightly. Within the Dao field, Yin and Yang were inverted, water and fire ran counter to each other, and heaven and earth were thrown into chaos. Those demon monsters appeared in the air one by one, blazing fires igniting all over their bodies. That fire burned from the inside out, burning them clean in just