My heart tightened. Where had so many cultivators come from? Moreover, their ranks were arranged in tiers, with huge numbers of cultivators at the same level. Unlike the disorderly sects, this was the strict formation only a military system could produce. I had led countless armies and knew it well.
"It's an army. Why is there an army here?" I couldn't help asking. Little Jiao knew she couldn't hide it from me, so she said, "Master, they're part of the troops from the Azure Sea Imperial Palace tracking Ao Dragon Island. They've split into dozens of brigades and are combing through the entire Azure Sea from north to south."
"How many people are in one brigade?" My heart jolted as I sensed their numbers. There had to be at least three thousand, if not five thousand.
"About five thousand..." Little Jiao spoke timidly. After all, it had been her who first detected the army's aura and led me here. By doing so, she had practically harmed me.
"Good." Little Jiao nodded gratefully, then sped up and dove into the depths of the sea!
In the pitch-black ocean, faintly mixed with immortal aura, groups of small squads flew back and forth without pause. The stench of blood constantly mingled with the water, and even I could sense how fierce the fighting was.
The closer we drew, the more chaotic and tangled the ocean currents became. I also began to sense Qiuniu's aura. It was moving at high speed, reaping the lives of the army beneath the sea. Corpses were gradually floating up through the water, most of them blasted apart by Qiuniu.
Several one-eyed flood-dragon corpses also drifted up from below. Unlike Little Jiao's companions, however, they seemed to be clad in armor or wrapped in ornaments, looking like war dragons