Fishing for a Blind Flood Dragon (First Update Celebrating Alliance Leader Bad Plowing Ox)

There were eight Thunder Rays in this brood altogether: two adults, four subadults, and two juveniles.

Aside from the first three adepts who had charged out, those who rushed out afterward had all activated Lightning-Proof Talismans before moving to support the others in forming battle formations and granting immunity to Thunder Arts.

The three earliest attackers took the worst of the lightning. The burly-faced fellow among them had even had his hair-binding ribbon scorched black, one piece of lightning-resistant protective gear was practically ruined, and his body had gone rigid as he fell toward the sea.

At the critical moment, Master Chang made his move. A giant manifested hand directly dragged the man back onto the warship.

But with those three drawing the aggro, the various hunting squads attacked the Thunder Rays. Their division of labor was exceptionally clear, their advances and retreats measured. One glance showed that they were well trained and using the proper tactics.

Feng Jun also rushed out, but he knew his place. He did not compete with the others for the Thunder Rays, instead searching for other Spirit Beasts and Wild Beasts within a hundred li of the area.

This great battle had terrified all the Wild Beasts and Spirit Beasts in the surrounding waters. They had fled at least seventy or eighty li away—perfectly normal. When a group of Emergence from Dust Adepts casually flashed through the air, they covered ten or so li at a time. What were seventy or eighty li?

The ticket-buying rogue cultivators shared Feng Jun's train of thought—if they could not mingle with the main force, they still had to find a couple of minor monsters, right?

Minor monsters in the sea really were not hard to find. Someone had discovered a nest of Ironhide Crabs. This species was