Po Qiong sensed that the savage beast beneath the seawater was a Black Flood Dragon, a descendant of the Ancient Divine Beast Ying Long. Its Bloodline Power was extremely strong, not much weaker than that of a Heaven-Devouring Wolf. Black Flood Dragons had tough bodies, terrifying inherited abilities, and were especially adept in water. On the water, one at the quasi-Immortal of the Firmament level was likely no weaker than a cultivator in the middle or late stages of that realm.
Hearing Po Qiong's explanation, Ling Tian's expression changed. Black Flood Dragons are this powerful? This is bad. In the ocean, Little Sub surely isn't its match, and even if all of us joined forces, we'd have a hard time defeating it.
"Something's wrong! The savage beast below is a Black Flood Dragon." Han Xi finally got a clear look at the beast underwater, and her expression changed drastically. "Everyone, get away from here! We're no match for a Black Flood Dragon in the water!"
Qiong Lie and the others had also heard of how terrifying Black Flood Dragons were. As soon as they heard Han Xi, they rose into the air without hesitation and retreated far from the water.
"Little Sub, come back! You're no match for it!" a woman cried out urgently. It was Qiong Rou.
Over the past few days, Qiong Rou had often played with Little Sub and had grown quite fond of him. Seeing him facing off against the Black Flood Dragon, she was naturally worried.
As Qiong Rou called out, Su Ying and Fairy Meng Shang cried out as well. Little Sub, however, seemed not to hear them. Bloodline Power surged all around him, and his wolf eyes gleamed with a ghostly green light, like a beast king answering a challenge from a low-ranked