Sea of Buried Corpses: Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts Were as Common as Dogs, a Pack of Overconfident Flying Dragons

Ye Qing took a deep breath of the sea breeze, which carried the smell of rust.

Ice Empress gazed at the stark white bones on the seabed, a rare look of shock flashing in his eyes. "The cultivation levels of these guys in life, even the weakest one, were probably no less than ten thousand years. Who on earth had the ability to bury them all here?"

"It's not necessarily a violent death," Snow Empress said in a somber voice.

A lifeless sky.

The black lightning raged wildly.

Mountains of giant beast skeletons.

The energy of heaven and earth was thrown into complete chaos, and the boundary between life and death became incredibly blurred in this sea area.

Ye Qing stood on the Green Lotus Sword, his robes fluttering in the strong wind.

He gazed at the dark, inky sea, at the remains that symbolized ancient times and invincible power.

"Could this be... the Sea of Buried Corpses?"

Although Ye Qing was surprised, he already knew the answer in his heart.

"Careful."

Snow Empress's tone was more serious than ever before.

This true ruler of the Far North, even when facing a hundred-thousand-year-old Ferocious Beast with hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation, always had a voice filled with an unyielding icy chill and a haughty indifference.

But now, there was a very rare hint of wariness in her tone.

There's something strange about this place.

Ye Qing stood on the Green Lotus Sword and nodded silently.

He certainly noticed it too.

From the very first second he crossed that hidden spatial node, a sense of unease crept up his spine like a persistent, malignant infection.

The flow of time here is completely different from that in the Douluo Continent.

Ye Qing lowered her head, staring at a splash of water at her feet.

Besides time, space is also extremely unstable.

In the far distance, on the dark, inky sky, a few translucent cracks occasionally appear.

Without any fluctuation of Soul Power, a gash was torn open without warning.

Through those narrow cracks, one could actually see the phantom of the vast starry sea outside.

The wind rushed in through the crack, making a sound like the whimper of a dying beast.

The boundaries of this world are like a tattered cloth riddled with holes by insects, ready to crumble completely at any moment.

However, these harsh natural environments were not what Ye Qing truly feared.

The most terrifying thing is another being lurking deep within this sea of bones.

Woe.

The absolute ruler of the Sea of Buried Corpses.

All the memories related to this name flashed through Ye Qing's mind.

This is a real monster.

A deformed product that should not exist in the Lower Plane.

It devoured countless ancient Soul Beast that fell into this graveyard, gnawed on their flesh and blood, and absorbed their remaining resentment and Soul Power.

In this isolated and desolate place, he forcibly accumulated a terrifying cultivation level spanning tens of millions of years.

Millions of years.

What do these three words mean?

Even Ferocious Beast king like Di Tian, who had endured hundreds of thousands of years of hardship, wasn't worthy of carrying its shoes.

This thing has long surpassed the limits of Soul Beast and touched the threshold of God-Level.

It is a true candidate for godhood.

If it weren't for the world rules of the Douluo Continent acting like an iron gate, firmly suppressing the possibility of Soul Beast becoming gods...

If this Sea of Buried Corpses hadn't been a giant cage in itself, that thing would have already torn through the void and ascended to the Divine Realm.

Even so, in this shattered world of the Sea of Buried Corpses, Woe is the only god.

Its minimum strength is at least at the peak of a level 99 Peerless Douluo — the Demigod level.

Even when borrowing the death energy of this sea of bones, it can unleash truly God-Level destructive power.

Ice Empress and Snow Empress, working together, might be able to dominate the outer oceans.

But in this away game filled with terrifying and chaotic power, they are absolutely no match for the ruler of the Sea of Buried Corpses.

Those who understand the times are wise.

The male protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel can be arrogant, but he should never mindlessly feed the enemy.

The dark clouds in the distance suddenly parted.

"Sizzle--!"

A deafening roar, like tearing silk, echoed across the deathly silent sky.

The leaden-gray clouds were shredded into pieces by a black gale.

More than twenty enormous black shadows, accompanied by a suffocatingly strong, bloody wind, plunged straight out from the crack in the clouds!

Their goals are clear.

The formation, arranged in a fan shape, had their blood-red vertical pupils locked onto Ye Qing and the other two in mid-air.

Its broad, iron-like wings flapped wildly in the air, compressing the airflow to an extreme degree, creating a continuous sound that was almost like a rolling rumble of thunder.

Flying Dragon Swarm!

Ye Qing squinted, his gaze piercing through the dim light.

The Flying Dragon were covered in hard, gray-black scales, with dark red blood seeping from between the scales.

Its skull was covered in sharp bone spikes, and its enormous mouth, filled with fangs, spewed out corrosive black gas.

Its aura was ridiculously powerful.

Even the one picked out at random was over twenty zhang in length.

Each one possesses a terrifying cultivation level of around 50,000 years!

The Two-Headed Flying Dragon flying at the very front was even larger.

His body was surrounded by dark Purple lightning, and his cultivation level had even reached a terrifying seventy or eighty thousand years!

If this power were unleashed on the Douluo Continent, it would be enough to destroy a heavily fortified large city within a single day.

Here, however, they appear to be merely hunting dogs responsible for patrolling the territory.

Ye Qing stared in astonishment at the flock of Flying Dragon that were hurtling towards them like a dark cloud.

"This Sea of Buried Corpses is truly teeming with Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast, as common as dogs."

"A bunch of ants!"

Ice Empress, standing nearby, made a move.

The second-in-command among the Three Kings of the Far North has never been a mild-mannered person.

She had just watched the Nine-Segment Fish Dragon Beast slip away right under her nose, which was even more painful for the proud and arrogant Ice Empress than being slapped twice.

The Evil Fire inside him was finding no outlet, making his internal organs feel like they were about to burst into flames.

Now things are really messed up.

Instead of catching her escaped prey, a group of winged black loaches leaped out, baring their fangs and claws, and took her as their prey.

That's definitely adding fuel to the fire.

"Trying to take me as prey? You're really overestimating yourself!"

Ice Empress took a step forward.

"You dare to challenge me?!"

The tip of the scorpion's tail, crystal clear and as if carved from the finest jade, shone with an extremely dazzling blue-white light.

The light was small, only the size of a soybean.

But the moment it appeared, the raging black sea wind around it was frozen solid.

Even the oppressive death aura unique to the Sea of Buried Corpses in mid-air was frozen into ice crystals.

Extremely dangerous!

This is the purest and most intuitive meaning of the word.

The Two-Headed Flying Dragon flying at the forefront seemed to sense that something was wrong.

Its blood-red vertical pupils contracted violently, and its enormous fleshy wings flapped back forcefully, attempting to forcibly stop its swooping, massive body.

But it was too late.

A beam of blue-white light shot out from the tip of the scorpion's stinger.

It was like a high and mighty god, holding an ice-blue paintbrush, casually drawing a straight white line across the dim sky.

The Extreme Ice Ray swept directly across the more than twenty diving Flying Dragon.

Absolute zero, the ultimate form of Ultimate Ice.

The moment the ray swept across, the arrogant, millennia-old Flying Dragon didn't even have time to let out a wail.

Time lost its meaning at this moment.

"Click click click!!!"

The extreme cold brutally destroyed their proud scales and armor in a fraction of a second, freezing their tough flesh and bones.