On the boundless sea.
White waves churned as a black figure swiftly prowled through them.
Looking closely, its path formed a circle.
At the center of that circle, a tiny black speck could vaguely be seen sitting cross-legged in the air high above.
As Black King drove away the nearby low-rank sea demons, he kept an eye on that tiny black speck.
"After the master entered seclusion for a month, he left Purple Spirit Island and came here. He said he wanted to test a new spell, yet there has not been a single movement. What is he doing?"
He muttered inwardly, then his expression suddenly shifted as he swam toward a certain direction.
Moments later, Black King's enormous body blocked the path of a bizarrely shaped seahorse.
Upon seeing Black King, the seahorse demon beast chattered away in a strange tongue. Black King's eyes widened.
"Speak human!"
The seahorse rattled off another long stream of nonsense.
Black King grew quite impatient. Demon Qi surged from his body, raising rolling waves that pressed forward layer upon layer.
"I do not care what you are trying to do. Take a detour, because what lies ahead is my territory!"
In the Mountain Sea World, there was a distinction between humans and demons, but in truth, this was merely a one-sided classification imposed by human cultivators.
Among the Demon Race, all manner of races were strange and varied. They were fundamentally different from one another, so how could they be lumped together?
Their languages, writing, growth habits, mutual generation and restraint, natural enemies, and dependents were all different.
Black King had evolved from a Black Scale Python and had no common tongue with this seahorse clan. Without studying their language beforehand, he simply could not understand it.
They might have understood one another