The Imprisoned Old Turtle

The sea of ink Mo Cheng left behind was gradually diluted by the undercurrents, ultimately returning to nothingness. Only the sizzling corrosion marks on the seabed reefs, still smoking white, silently told of the danger of the fierce battle just now.

Shi Jingtian hoisted the Mountain Shaker Staff over his shoulder and spat hard in the direction Mo Cheng had fled. "He sure ran fast! Otherwise, I'd have chopped off all eight of those rotten tentacles of his and roasted them over a fire. Octopuses have plenty of tentacles, don't they? Cut off a few to taste something fresh—the flavor definitely wouldn't be bad."

"You damn baldy, all you know is eating, eating, eating." Tu Jiao folded her arms and gave him a cold sidelong glance. "When those eight tentacles came whipping over just now, why didn't I see you go up and take a couple bites?"

"That was, uh... a strategic retreat." Shi Jingtian scratched his bald head and said awkwardly.

Lu Changsheng did not answer. He merely panted softly as he put away the Sea God Halberd and did not continue the pursuit. He knew perfectly well that Mo Cheng was, after all, of the Abyssal Giant Demon Octopus Race. In this ten-thousand-zhang deep sea, the other party's speed and concealment methods were far beyond what they would be on land. Even with the Thunder Sparrow Wings, a rash pursuit was very likely to send him straight into a trap the other party had set in advance, not to mention Xiao Yi still needed looking after.

"Fortunately, we've already taken the pill back."

Lu Changsheng opened his palm. The Azure Sea Dragon-Rising Pill lay quietly there, two jade-green dragon patterns slowly swimming through the gloom, releasing a refreshing medicinal fragrance that seeped into the heart and spleen. He