The four Mahayana inside the cabin were on edge.
Facing the terrifying currents invading the deck, the four did not panic. Qin Fengming waved his hand and summoned seven Mahayana puppets, then began channeling vast energy to block the highly corrosive currents from entering the cabin.
Although the four could not remain long in water containing such terrifying corrosive energy, using energy without regard for the cost to keep the currents from entering the sealed cabin was not difficult.
The four never stopped rowing, either. Qin Fengming's second Profound Soul spiritual body controlled the rudder with even greater steadiness. The barely several-zhang-long wooden boat rocked violently amid raging waves and surging currents. Again and again, the entire boat was swallowed by the huge waves, only to burst through them each time and leap back above the water.
The waves battered the wooden boat, but it remained sturdy.
With divine sense unable to be released, the boat's direction was being controlled entirely by the second Profound Soul spiritual body's instincts.
The four Mahayana in the cabin were tense to the extreme. Time felt unbearably long, as though its flow had slowed to a crawl.
No one spoke. The cabin rose and fell violently, shooting more than a dozen zhang into the air one moment before plunging into the monstrous waves the next.
The thunderous roar of the waves was deafening, and the tense atmosphere made the four Mahayana feel that this was even more harrowing than undergoing the Heaven's Tribulation.
The violent impacts made the hull emit muffled groans. Creaking sounds rang out one after another throughout the boat, as though the hull might shatter at any moment.
Yet the terrifying thing the four feared did not happen.
The four Mahayana wore grave expressions but remained composed. Their bodies rose and