The Ninth Elder emerged from the sea in a miserable state, a savage, ugly gash already split across his chest!
Normally, when Evil Spirit Bodies like them were injured, as long as the person who hurt them was not the one who had originally killed them, their wounds would heal quickly. But this wound was different. Though it was not fatal, it was healing extremely slowly—or rather, it was not healing at all!
When the Ninth Elder and the others had set out this time, they had not regarded Song Yang and his group as worthy opponents at all. After all, none of the three elders had been personally killed by Song Yang's side. But now, the Ninth Elder had the urge to flee. Chen Sican's meaning earlier had been obvious: he was plainly warning him not to think that, just because he was an immortal Evil Spirit Body, he could do whatever he pleased on their turf!
Fortunately, Chen Sican did not choose to continue attacking him. Although he could not defeat Song Yang either, he could at least use his immortal body to disgust his opponent for a while. His three subordinates were the ones who would suffer for it.
The Ninth Elder had considered fleeing first. Just as he transformed into a massive shark and tried to escape quickly with the flow of the seawater, all the seawater within a five-kilometer radius suddenly vanished into thin air, exposing the four Evil Spirit Bodies on the dried-up seabed!
"Hey, the fight isn't over yet, and you're already thinking of running away. Isn't that a little rude?"
Song Yang looked at the four Evil Spirit Bodies with a smile, his eyes filled with blatant mockery!
Sea Soul Masters could only unleash their full strength in the ocean, so Song