The originally clear sky was now packed with dark clouds, and towering waves thousands of zhang high surged across the sea.
Amid those heaven-swallowing waves, an azure flood dragon fully a hundred zhang long coiled upward, its cold vertical pupils fixed firmly on the flying ship!
"A fifth-rank flood dragon!"
The deck had already fallen into chaos.
The flying ship's protective array was fully activated, and dozens of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators held their magical treasures, standing in tight formation and ready for battle.
"Everyone, attention! Prepare to meet the enemy!"
An old man at the ninth heaven of the Nascent Soul Realm stood at the bow, his voice ringing like a great bell.
He was the guard commander for this voyage of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion, and at this moment he was directing the defense with all his strength.
Li Yunjing's gaze turned grave. Just as he was about to withdraw into the cabin, he saw that Ye Wuhen had, at some unknown point, appeared behind him.
"Interesting..."
Ye Wuhen stared at that flood dragon, a strange gleam flashing through his eyes. "This isn't an ordinary flood dragon. It carries the bloodline aura of the Dragon Race's royal clan!"
"What?"
Li Yunjing was startled. "Could it be that the Heavenly Net Dao Sect handled things sloppily and really left behind a hidden danger?"
Rumble!
Before his words had even faded, the flood dragon suddenly let out a heaven-shaking roar, its massive tail slapping violently down onto the sea!
A wall of water three thousand zhang high rose straight up from the surface, smashing fiercely toward the flying ship!
"Form the array!"
The guard commander shouted, and dozens of cultivators attacked at the same time, condensing a massive spiritual-energy barrier in front of the flying ship.
Bang!
The water wall