Li Yunjing narrowed his eyes slightly and swept his divine sense over the waters ahead. Sure enough, he detected dozens of powerful auras lurking in the deep sea.
These Cold Flood Dragons were truly formidable. No wonder the Little North Pole Palace was helpless against them.
"Brother Ye, looks like we'll have to get serious this time."
Li Yunjing spoke in a low voice.
"Just what I wanted. The Demon Cores and blood essence of these Cold Flood Dragons are excellent materials for refining demonic treasures."
Ye Wuhen grinned, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.
"Everyone, be careful. These Cold Flood Dragons are exceptionally cunning, and they excel at coordinated attacks. Once they latch onto you, it's extremely difficult to break free."
Seeing the situation, Han Songzi hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Our Little North Pole Palace will hold off the Flood Dragons at the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment realms. The three of us will also hold off up to four Fourth-Order Demon Kings."
"That'll do!"
Li Yunjing smiled faintly. "A few mere beasts won't make much of a splash."
He had every confidence in himself!
As a Grandmaster of the Formation Dao, what Li Yunjing feared were top-tier experts like Ye Wuhen, demonic prodigies of his caliber. A large number of mediocre foes were nothing to worry about.
Once the great array was raised, no matter how these beasts struggled, they would never escape.
That was the advantage a Grandmaster of the Formation Dao had when facing a host of enemies!
"Good! Then let's move!"
Before the words had even faded, Han Songzi had already drifted to the bow. He swept his staff, freezing the sea for ten li, then thrust it straight into the depths.
"Crack! Crack!"
A thin layer of ice instantly formed over