Facing the instigator behind this trouble at sea, Zhang Yingying felt oddly conflicted:
Had this guy forgotten who had just mouthed off at it?
Still being able to hop around after all that—maybe it was just hardheaded.
Uh, seemed like its head was not the problem... Zhang Yingying soon noticed that the Bull Demon's already eye-catching chest-and-abdomen junction had become even more glaring in the darkness.
The dim green phosphorescence had originally been relatively faint and heavily diffused, but now it fluctuated violently, as though it were boiling. Maybe it was even starting to vaporize?
Zhang Yingying was just letting her imagination run wild, but visually, the Bull Demon's "big belly" really was swelling dramatically... its expansion was visible to the naked eye, as if it might burst at any moment.
Perhaps that was the real reason the Bull Demon was calling for help. It looked truly miserable, so much so that it quickly lost patience. After struggling for a while, it threw caution to the wind and desperately leaped toward the yacht under the Martial Emperor's watchful gaze!
Judging by its momentum, it was practically about to fly straight onto the top deck.
"Wow!" Zhang Yingying let out a low cry.
But unsurprisingly, another muffled thud rang out. An invisible wall appeared out of nowhere in the air above the Bull Demon's head. It had only jumped a few meters before slamming into it solidly, then fell back down with a miserable groan.
But perhaps its luck was through the roof?
A huge wave happened to roll over, raising the sea surface by three to five meters in an instant. It shifted the angle of the Bull Demon's falling body, causing it to crash into the railing beside the lower deck before tumbling inside.
Its enormous belly even acted