Hiss! The Ground-Spike Demon Fish had very little intelligence, and with only Nascent Soul-level strength, it was no match for the Spirit Transformation-level scorpion demon. It was beaten until its flesh split open, exposing the bones beneath.
The Ground-Spike Demon Fish let out a scream and fell back into the Nether River, sending up a great splash.
At first, the others paid it little mind. It was only a demon fish with little intelligence, after all. But Lu Xiaotian, the short, sturdy man, and the middle-aged monk in robes, who were leading the way, suddenly stopped.
"Something's wrong!" The short, stout man's expression changed. He turned to look back. The cavern and Nether River behind them had begun to warp. In the blink of an eye, the Nether River, which had originally flowed on their right, writhed like a spirit serpent and wound itself around them in layer upon layer. The stone walls that had once confined the space receded in every direction, and the area around them gradually widened. Within the twisting, layered currents of the Nether River, something stirred. Countless Ground-Spike Demon Fish surged into view, leaping out of the river and hurtling toward the people and the demons.
Faced with the countless Ground-Spike Demon Fish in the Nether River, even the middle-aged monk and the short, stout Nascent Soul Cultivator were shaken. So too were the Spirit Transformation-level demon clan members behind them, now divided into several groups by the warped river. A swarm of ants could bring down an elephant. If they were facing a group of highly intelligent demons, that would be one thing; they might be able to cow them with a thunderous show of force. But these low-intelligence Ground-Spike Demon Fish feared no death. Lured by the promise of food, they had no