"Daoist Crimson Dream, is there any way to catch up with that old fiend's Floating Life Bone Boat?" After chasing it for some time, the Floating Life Bone Boat still hovered before them—visible, yet untouchable.
Wen Yan was already beginning to panic. With her group and Jin Tong utterly helpless, they could only place their hopes in Crimson Dream Demon Venerable.
They did not expect her to help them withstand the Nine Nether Weak Water. As long as she had a method that could restrain it for a short time, they might have a chance to seize the Floating Life Bone Boat, and perhaps there would still be a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, if things continued as they were, they would all be buried here.
"You overestimate me. Since Old Fiend Qiu Meng laid down such a deadly trap, how could he have left behind such a flaw? This is also my first time encountering this kind of Floating Life Bone Boat." Crimson Dream Demon Venerable gave a bitter laugh. She would have loved to fight Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor to the death, but the other party simply gave her no opportunity.
"This old bastard is too sinister. He won't fight, but he won't retreat either. Great Monk, weren't you quite capable earlier? Do you have any ideas now?"
Jin Tong looked frantic. Even if the enemy was powerful, dying in a final desperate battle would be acceptable. But now, he could only watch himself be worn down until nothing remained. Even death would be humiliating.
Wen Tingdao and the others all turned to Bamboo Monk Lan Yun.
Bamboo Monk Lan Yun recited a Buddhist invocation. Just as he was about to speak, Qiu Meng Demon Ancestor burst into laughter from the other side. "So you're wondering how the other