At that moment, the Evil Orca King, now named Evil Tiger, was still frantically gulping down the food in his mouth, producing wildly exaggerated swallowing sounds. He had not noticed in the slightest that his descendants were being dragged one by one into deeper waters.
Ten seconds later, Evil Tiger thoroughly swallowed the food in his mouth. Just as he was about to lead his pod to another stretch of sea to hunt, he finally noticed something was wrong. It was far too quiet around them. How could it possibly be this quiet when Evil Orcas were hunting? Evil Tiger abruptly spun around and looked about. In that vast expanse of ocean, he was the only Evil Orca left.
Worry, fear, confusion, incomprehension—emotions that had previously surfaced only when facing the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King now filled Evil Tiger's heart. He could not imagine that a hunt no different from any before it could produce such a bizarre situation.
Watching the Evil Orca King begin to panic, Mo Lin remarked, "So this is the gap between a beast-level soul beast and a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? It's even greater than the difference between a Rank 96 Titled Douluo and a Rank 95 Titled Douluo."
Qian Renxue nodded in agreement. She had always known that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts possessed combat strength comparable to Rank 95 Titled Douluo, but Spirit Hall had few records concerning the strength of beast-level soul beasts. Seeing it with her own eyes now was certainly eye-opening.
Mo Lin asked, "Baxia, how many years of cultivation do you have now?"
"Nearly three hundred thousand years." Since he had to control the seawater, Baxia's answer was extremely brief.
Mo Lin looked at the many Evil Orcas below who were restrained by the seawater, then at Evil Tiger, who was