As Zhang Yu pondered, he suddenly sensed a powerful wave of malice bearing down on him.
Turning to look outside, he saw a cultivator in a black daoist robe, the black qi in his eyes so dense it could not be dispelled.
He recognized at once that this was the young disciple who had once followed at Tai Zhengping's side.
Yet that was merely his outward appearance. What was reflected in Zhang Yu's perception was a monster covered in tentacle-like arms.
Whether in aura or appearance, this man was extremely similar to the transformed Daoist Ji of that day. He was plainly a chaos monster!
The moment he appeared in the distant sky, he shot straight toward the White Boat. As he flew, his body gradually dispersed. At first, it was merely a mass of mist, but in just a few breaths it became an all-engulfing expanse of shadowy black water, pressing the bright daylight into dimness.
Its momentum was like a flood that would swallow heaven and earth alike.
Its aura also grew ever stronger, ever more twisted and frenzied. Clearly, its body was beginning to take in even more power of the Great Chaos.
When it drew near, countless tentacles and vast masses of shadow surged onto the White Boat at once, tightly enveloping it and constantly contracting inward.
The black tide grew deeper and deeper in color, as though a black cocoon had suddenly appeared in the sky.
Zhang Yu remained still within the main cabin. The White Boat was itself a magical artifact with defensive capabilities, and with the support and coordination of his mental power, the other side could not breach it for the moment.
After gathering momentum for a moment, he raised his head slightly. A flash flickered in his eyes, and a streak