Outside the Dense Forest.
The humanoid Deep Sea Tribe monster with blue-green scales stood silently. The mist swirling around it froze the surrounding air currents, and an invisible, terrifying pressure sealed off the entire space.
There was no possibility of escape.
Although it showed no apparent fluctuations of cultivation, the terrifying aura radiating from its body far surpassed a peak demigod's, even approaching that of a Wasteland Martial Being.
Like a mountain weighing countless tons, it pressed heavily on the hearts of Andy and the others.
Uncle Fu was gravely wounded, his clothes soaked in blood, his face as pale as paper, his breathing weak. Taking that blue-green water blade head-on had already damaged his foundation.
Gritting his teeth, he forced his failing body upright and looked at Andy beside him with resolve.
"Young master, forget about me! Go!"
His voice was hoarse, filled with undisguised determination.
"I'll hold it off! If you can avoid contacting the consortium's directors, don't contact them!"
Before his words had faded, Uncle Fu burned all his remaining power of rules without another moment's hesitation. Silver light blazed around him.
Forcing himself to unleash the strength of a peak demigod, he became a silver streak and charged fearlessly at the blue-green monster, intending to trade his life for a sliver of hope for Andy.
Andy stood rooted in place, holding the terribly weakened Shuilong in his arms. His right hand clutched a cold silver pendant against his chest, veins bulging on the back of his hand as he wrestled with hesitation.
This pendant was the Dragon Antiquity Consortium's highest-level distress token.
Once he crushed it, a Wasteland Martial Rank director stationed at headquarters in High Tower Megacity would sense it instantly, even from tens of thousands of miles away.
After only a brief interval, they