Qin Fengming was shaken by the terrifying might displayed by the boat. Upon hearing Luo Kang's words, his expression changed at once. Without hesitation, he rapidly formed hand seals with both hands, sending streams of incantations shooting forth and merging into the enormous formation disk before him.
With a resonant hum, massive blue-green arcs of lightning as thick as barrels suddenly manifested. Like writhing tentacles, they instantly spread across both sides of the enormous boat's stern.
The terrifying energy contained within those thick lightning arcs made Qin Fengming's mind roar with merely a sweep of his divine sense. His body seemed to be hollowed out in an instant, leaving him without the slightest strength.
In Qin Fengming's eyes, each lightning-like attack could absolutely rival the might of a Mahayana cultivator's attack. Yet these attacks were not solitary—there were more than a dozen of them. With a Flying Hawk Boat this terrifying, even a single one was enough to let Flying Hawk Hall stand firm in the Cultivation World.
It sounded extremely cumbersome to describe, but in reality, the Flying Hawk Boat had completed its defenses and unleashed its various attacks in an instant, precisely as the enormous boat rose into the air and pounced toward the beast horde amid the sky-high waves.
In the blink of an eye, the enormous boat, more than a thousand zhang long, plunged into the waters where waves towered to the heavens.
One after another, terrifying beast roars that made one's scalp crawl rang out from within the surging waves. They pierced through layer upon layer of enormous waves and entered the huge boat. When the more than forty Spirit Severing stage cultivators first heard them, every one of their expressions changed drastically, shock showing in their eyes.
The beast roars were not especially loud,