"Run!" At the edge of the blood tide, a blood scorpion whipped its long tentacles as it fled at astonishing speed alongside a demonic seahorse. After running for tens of thousands of miles without pause, they barely escaped the blood tide's reach.
"Zhehuo, your Mad Ox Blood was far too powerful. It nearly trapped both of us in our own web. If we hadn't prepared the Blood Demon Talisman in advance, we might not have escaped this calamity."
The demonic seahorse floated in the water, looking back with lingering fear before glaring at the blood scorpion demon. "This blood tide is terrifying. It's completely beyond our control. We may not manage to kill Yingfeng, and the creatures in this sea are unlikely to escape. Even the tribe I moved here probably won't survive. You owe me a tribe!"
"Brother Yuantong, you agreed to use the Mad Ox Blood. And you were the one who provided the bloodline parasites. You can't blame me entirely for this," the blood scorpion demon, Zhehuo, said, displeased.
"True, but in the end, my losses are far greater than yours." The demonic seahorse Yuantong understood that, but it still rankled that he had suffered so much more.
"Enough. Yingfeng is said to be the strongest in the Dragon Palace Sea after the Dragon King. He's hardly easy to kill. Several demons at the Heavenly Immortal level nearly died when they ganged up on him. Even the infamous Madblood Evil Eel was almost killed by Yingfeng and only escaped by sheer luck. Some even say it won't set foot in the Dragon Palace Sea again. The two of us are formidable together, but you wouldn't believe we could kill Yingfeng without resorting to some trickery. Even if we recruited two or three more fighters as strong as