The five rode their qi and hovered in midair. Beneath them, black-blue seawater churned, and a thick salty stench mixed with a faint odor of decay rushed at their faces.
Black miasma steamed across the sea's surface, filtering the sunlight until only a wan, bleak halo remained. Even their vision had been stirred into a blur.
Zhou Shan never loosened his grip on the Mountain-Splitting Axe, his gaze sweeping over every whirlpool below.
Zhao Xiaojia occasionally pulled out a talisman and clenched it in his hand, his eyes filled with tension and anticipation.
Wu Gou hung half a step behind, his curved saber slanting at his waist while his fingertips continued to rub together unconsciously.
As for Qin He, he stayed at the rear. He appeared unconcerned, but his divine sense had already spread out.
Though the Resentful Energy in this Ghost Ship Sea was not as biting as that of the Demon Abyss, it carried a sinister, clinging heaviness, tangling around them like maggots burrowing into bone.
"Look! What is that?!"
Liu Yuer suddenly cried in a low voice, her silver sword pointing toward the sea below to the left.
The others followed her gaze and saw a pitch-black shadow floating on the water. Half its body protruded from the surface, its scales gleaming with a dull luster beneath the dim light.
The five swiftly dove down. Only when they drew close did they see clearly that it was an enormous Ink Flood Dragon.
Its belly rose and fell faintly. Its aura was weak, yet it still carried the pressure of the Divine Bridge Realm. A wound deep enough to expose bone lay at its left pectoral fin, black blood seeping into the seawater in steady streams and raising small black ripples around it.
"An Ink Flood Dragon of