The Flood Dragon said, "Though we are three short, once we reach the seabed, the Human Cultivators' advantage will shrink even further. If we defend with all our strength, there should be no great problem. I imagine the Human Cultivators understand this as well, so there is no need for us to worry too much."
The Crab Demon lightly tapped the tabletop with one of its pincers. After pondering for a moment, it said, "The problem is that Human cultivator reinforcements may very well have arrived this time. What happened yesterday was precisely the work of this later group of cultivators."
Hearing this, the Flood Dragon finally shifted its gaze away from the drop of water Yan Chihuo had transformed into and said, "You are worried that the Human cultivators will attack this place? Rest assured. Underwater, even if they send a late Spirit Cultivation Stage cultivator, I will detect them in advance. There is absolutely no way—"
Before it could finish speaking, the drop of water in the Flood Dragon's palm abruptly transformed into thirteen threadlike streaks of sword light. They formed the Thirteen Absolutes Sword Formation, and with a single twist, the Flood Dragon was minced to pieces before it even had time to scream.
None of the demons had expected such a turn of events. At the sight, they were shocked, enraged, and terrified, having no idea which expert was hiding nearby and using a Flying Sword to wound them. Each revealed their true form and stared fixedly at the Flying Sword, yet none dared to attack.
The six demons all spread out their spiritual senses, searching everywhere for whoever had infiltrated this place. Naturally, they could never have imagined that the enemy they were desperately seeking was the Flying Sword before their eyes.
The Flying Sword