Deep within the Soul-Devouring Undercurrent, violent energy vortices churned like an endlessly turning millstone, grinding away the senses and sense of direction of every intruder. Mo Yuan's enormous body hovered in a relatively "calm" gap between turbulent currents. Yinyi, Lijia, Wojiao, Xiliu, and the whale calf sheltered beneath Yinyi clustered tightly around him. Every Demon Whale's eyes brimmed with indescribable grief, terror, and the bewilderment of having narrowly escaped death.
Just moments earlier, they had "seen" a sight that froze their very souls—the Master's (Jingtian's) mangled remains, battered beyond description, plummeting toward the Annihilation Vortex Core beneath Xiao Bai's terrifying onslaught of divine light. Then a lethal blue beam had struck with deadly precision to finish him off. His presence vanished completely, leaving only an ominous halo of dark red, nearly black, hovering above the destructive vortex like a mockery—or a gravestone.
The Master... had fallen.
That realization swept through every Demon Whale's soul like the coldest current in the deep sea. The Poison Lord who had pulled them from the abyss of despair, given them hope of survival, and led them in outmaneuvering powerful enemies—the being they revered, obeyed, and had even begun to depend upon... had met his end before their eyes, in the most heroic and most brutal way imaginable.
Immense sorrow pressed upon their hearts like an invisible boulder, nearly suffocating them. But deeper fear followed close behind—the Master had risked his life to grievously wound Xiao Bai, yet their enemies had not all been destroyed! They could sense the Titled Douluo following close behind, and the regrouped Demon Soul Great White Sharks whose savagery had been fully unleashed. Those presences, brimming with hatred and murderous intent, were closing in fast!
"Go! Hurry! Don't stop!" Tieshan's thoughts reached them, low and hoarse, barely suppressing his raging