As the giant beast stirred its body, the undercurrents beneath the sea grew increasingly violent, directly tearing soul boats apart amid the currents.
Those weaker Soul Masters who had not reached the level of Titled Douluo all fell into the undersea whirlpools.
The few Titled Douluo who managed to soar into the air wore lingering looks of terror as they fled desperately into the distance.
In that brief span of time, nearly ten soul boats had been destroyed, and close to twenty percent of the Soul Masters heading for the Sea of Death had perished.
"What exactly was that huge thing just now?"
Long Yao's pupils kept contracting. Tang Lan and the others were powerful, so they had not felt the pressure emanating from that enormous creature too strongly.
However, Long Yao, who was only a level-forty Soul Elder, had truly felt that terrifying pressure, as though it belonged to a god.
It was as if the creature only needed to shift slightly for her body to be instantly shredded by the undercurrents. She was as helpless as an ant before an elephant.
Tang Lan's expression also turned more solemn. His gaze pierced through the increasingly deep seawater as he looked toward the Giant Black Shadow that had already swum far away.
Had Tang Lan not activated the emergency defenses at the final moment and kept them away from the powerful undercurrents, the soul boat carrying the three of them would likely have been torn apart as well.
The undercurrents sounded strangely clear and melodic to the three of them.
Bell spoke haltingly from the side. "That huge thing was definitely a powerful Soul Beast older than a Hundred Thousand Years."
"Logically speaking, powerful Soul Beasts like that usually remain in the depths of the Sea of Death and have