Flowing Wave Mountain.
Night had completely fallen.
The storm at sea erupted in an instant.
Waves more than ten meters high crashed madly against the reefs along the shore.
The Qingyun Sect disciples had already assembled under the leadership of Daoist Cangsong and Master Shuiyue.
Faint points of red light could be seen in the distant darkness.
They were the forces of the Ghost King Sect.
They had formed a surrounding formation, facing the depths of the sea.
"Roar--!"
A tremendous roar rose from the bottom of the deep sea.
The sound resembled no beast, but rather ten thousand thunderclaps exploding beside their ears at once.
The weaker Qingyun disciples felt their chests tighten, and nearly spat out blood.
"What terrifying power!"
Xiao Yicai gripped the Seven Stars Sword in his hand, his expression grim.
Daoist Cangsong's eyes flashed like lightning.
"The Demon Cult is about to make its move!"
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
At that moment.
The surface of the sea split open with a gigantic crack.
A massive beast as large as a mountain, with only one leg, leaped out of the waves.
Its entire body was blue-green, with dazzling lightning coiling around it.
Kui Niu!
Every time it leaped, the whole of Flowing Wave Mountain seemed to tremble.
The Ghost King stood on the surface of the sea, holding an ancient bronze cauldron in his hands—the Dragon Subduing Cauldron.
"Kunlong Que, rise!"
At the Ghost King's command.
Four enormous pillars of blood-red light suddenly rose from the surrounding waters.
The blood-red lights surged out like dragons from the sea, instantly locking onto Kui Niu in midair.
Kui Niu let out an enraged roar. Lightning blazed around its body as it tried to break through the blood-colored cage.
But the ancient aura emanating from the Dragon Subduing Cauldron