Deep within the Origin Pool, the dark yellow Dragon Saliva True Water resembled a gigantic eggshell, firmly protecting the Ten Thousand Zhang Water Beast within. Even the storm-like attacks of the ten Saint Children could only stir up ripples, unable to shake its foundation.
Inside the water barrier, the Ten Thousand Zhang Water Beast's aura steadily recovered under the nourishment of the Origin Pool's source energy. As one side waned and the other waxed, the situation became increasingly unfavorable for the Cang Xuan Sect group.
The Saint Children's expressions turned exceedingly grim, and their attacks involuntarily slowed. A powerful sense of helplessness rose in their hearts. The Dragon Saliva True Water's defense was practically an insurmountable chasm!
Mo Lin stood upon a reef floating at the edge of the battlefield, his hands clasped behind his back as his white robes fluttered faintly in the turbulent energy winds.
He calmly watched the indestructible water barrier, then glanced at Chu Qing, who was still rubbing his bald head with an expression that said, "What a hassle, this is hard to deal with," yet showed little urgency in the depths of his eyes. Mo Lin helplessly shook his head and muttered, "Senior Brother Chu Qing, Senior Brother Chu Qing, you really do have it easy as the foremost Saint Child. At a time like this, you're still hiding your strength and refusing to go all out? You only know how to slack off and rely on others... Looks like there's no counting on you."
He had seen through Chu Qing long ago. That lazy fellow's strength was undoubtedly unfathomable, but his life philosophy of "the less trouble, the better" had been carved into his bones. If he could lie down, he would never stand; if he could loaf around, he would never risk