"Xīng Hèn"'s eyes turned icy. She had just suffered a crushing loss at the hands of the Demon Emperor, and one of her fellow Mahayana cultivators had fallen. Fury churned in her chest, and her mood was foul. Now that the Demon Race had come knocking, she might as well use them as blood food. At least that would make staying behind worthwhile.
With that thought, the graceful figure vanished from the sky.
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The Ten Thousand Viper Sea.
Deep beneath the sea.
The pitch-black waters churned and roiled without end, countless currents twisting and spiraling like wheels... An immense figure rose from the sea.
Waves powerful enough to capsize a large spell vessel were no more than faint ripples in a bath before him.
In this terrifyingly deep sea, the water barely reached his waist.
War King Long Bo still stood bare-chested. His broad, sturdy chest was densely covered in crimson-gold markings. His eyes blazed like fire, and the sigil between his brows had grown even more vivid. Golden patterns radiated from it, spreading across his face and down his neck to join the markings on his chest, covering his entire body in brilliant crimson gold and bathing him in a golden glow.
His already ancient aura had grown even more savage, desolate, and timeworn, as if he had come straight from the Primordial Wilderness. His blood still bore totemic marks carved there countless ages ago.
The towering waves heaved and crashed, and droplets burst into the air like a downpour. Roaring, surging waters surrounded the figure, whose body rose higher than the mountains, and surged wildly around him.
The world was filled with wondrous sights. Sea Race creatures as large as islands fled in panic. Beneath War King Long Bo's sweeping gaze, they scattered like ordinary little fish,