A Slick Move
The Demon-Binding Rope lost its spiritual power support, and the spiritual light on the rope suddenly dimmed, causing the rope wrapped around the Wave-Chasing Flying Fish to loosen a bit.
The Wave-Chasing Flying Fish sensed the restraints weakening and tried to escape.
Damn humans, they're too dangerous.
The attack just now consumed most of its Demon Power.
He dared not linger.
But at that moment, countless fine, spiderweb-like threads of spiritual energy surged in from all directions, tightly binding its body along with the Demon-Binding Rope it had not yet completely broken free from.
The thread was incredibly strong; no matter how much it struggled, it remained completely still.
At the same time, a cold voice echoed in its mind, "Kill this female cultivator, and I'll let you go."
The Wave-Chasing Flying Fish suddenly stiffened.
It recognized the voice; it was the voice that had saved it twice.
It didn't understand why the human monk wanted it to kill its own companion, but it understood one thing: if it didn't do as he said, it would surely die here today.
The spiritual threads binding its body terrified it more than the spiritual net itself.
It stopped struggling.
The fierce light in the eyes of the Wave-Chasing Flying Fish rekindled, even more intensely than before.
It frantically mobilized its Demon Power once again, focusing it intensely on its tail fin.
It poured all its anger, fear, and despair into this one strike.
The blue light on the tail fin shone again, more intense and solid than before, almost solidifying into a tangible form.
The pale blue light danced on its tail fin, like a bolt of lightning compressed to its limit, containing terrifying power capable of tearing everything apart.
The second water blade shot towards Liu Yiyi.
This water blade was faster and more powerful than before. The ten-foot-long blue light blade cleaved through the seawater with a sharp whooshing sound, slashing straight at Liu Yiyi.
Wherever it passed, the seawater evaporated into a string of fine bubbles, leaving a long white trail behind the blue blade of light.
Liu Yiyi had no time to dodge; she could only frantically pour the last bit of spiritual power remaining in her body into her robe.
The cyan Light Barrier lit up again, even brighter than before, and the runes pulsed wildly, emitting a low buzzing sound, as if making a final struggle.
The water blades bombarded the Light Barrier shield.
The Light Barrier flickered violently a few times, the runes glowing erratically, like a lamp about to go out.
Cracks spread outwards from the point where the Water Blade Slash, but this time, the Light Barrier did not shatter.
It held up.
The madness in the eyes of the Wave-Chasing Flying Fish intensified.
It recklessly channeled the last of its Demon Power into its tail fin.
The blue light turned on for the third time.
The pale blue light was more solid and sharper than the previous two, carrying an overwhelming killing intent as it shot towards Liu Yiyi.
The water blades moved so fast that they were almost invisible to the naked eye. Wherever they passed, they cut a deep rift in the seawater, even stirring up the mud and sand on the seabed, forming a turbid mud wall in the seawater.
Liu Yiyi's expression changed drastically, her eyes filled with utter horror.
She finally realized that she had underestimated the power of the Eighth-Level Lesser Demon -Wave-Chasing Flying Fish.
When Demon Fish of this level is driven to a dead end, the power it unleashes far exceeds her imagination.
What I never expected was that this damned Demon Fish would hold such a grudge.
She wanted to escape, but she had no spiritual power left in her body.
She had just poured all her remaining spiritual energy into her robe, and now her Dantian was completely empty, unable to squeeze out even a trace of spiritual energy.
Although the Light Barrier on her robes was still there, without spiritual power to sustain it, it absolutely could not withstand this attack.
She could even feel the aura emanating from her robes rapidly dimming, like a lamp about to burn out.
Wang Mengde hovered behind a reef not far away, his eyes deep and his face expressionless as he watched everything.
His Entwining Silk Technique had already laid out a net that stretched to the heavens and the earth, with countless spiritual energy threads covering the sea area within a radius of several feet around Liu Yiyi.
He could pull her away at any time, but he's waiting.
Waiting for the best opportunity.
Acting too early diminishes the weight of this life-saving grace.
If he acts too late and something goes wrong, and Liu Yiyi really dies, then his entire plan will be ruined.
He needed the perfect moment, at the very last moment, when Liu Yiyi thought she was doomed, to save her.
Only in this way will this kindness be etched into her very bones.
Liu Yiyi watched helplessly as the water blade drew ever closer.
The pale blue light rapidly magnified in her pupils, growing from the size of a fist to the size of a washbasin, and then from the size of a washbasin to an overwhelming expanse of blue.
The light was so dazzling that it stung her eyes, but she couldn't close them.
Her eyes were wide open, reflecting the approaching blue blade of light in her pupils; her lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out.
She didn't want to die; she didn't want to die yet.
She is only twenty-eight years old this year, with a cultivation level of the seventh level of Qi Refining. Her father is Foundation Establishment True Person, and she only resumed her relationship with her father a year ago.
She has a bright future ahead of her and a long road of cultivation to travel.
She didn't want to die here.
The water blade drew closer and closer, ten feet, five feet, three feet. The blue light almost filled her entire field of vision. She could even feel the sharp cutting sensation of the water blade's edge, like an invisible knife pressed against her throat.
Despair filled Liu Yiyi's eyes.
She's going to die.
The thought, like an icy tide, overwhelmed her entire mind.
She could even imagine the cold, sharp pain as the water blade sliced through her body.
Her eyes were wide open, her pupils reflecting the approaching gray-blue water blade; her lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out.
Many images flashed through her mind: her father's back, her mother's tombstone.
The blue water blade was less than three feet away from her, just as it was about to hit Liu Yiyi's face.
She could even see every line flowing across the surface of the water blade and feel the stinging sensation from its sharp edges.
Her eyelashes were blown backward by the rushing water, and the skin on her face was slightly sunken by the pressure.
Wang Mengde made a move.
His Entwining Silk Technique suddenly tightened.
The countless threads of spiritual energy that had been laid out around Liu Yiyi suddenly contracted at the critical moment, like an invisible giant hand tightly binding Liu Yiyi's waist.
Then, with a sudden pull.
Liu Yiyi's body was dragged horizontally out of the water at an astonishing speed, and she was forcibly torn apart by several feet from her original position.
The blue water blade instantly sliced through her magic robe's Light Barrier.
The Light Barrier shattered the moment she was pulled away, vanishing silently into the seawater like a burst bubble.
The water blade grazed her hair, severing a few strands of her long, loose hair.
Then, the water blade crashed into a reef behind her, shattering the millstone-sized rock into pieces. Debris flew everywhere, mud and sand churned up, and the sea for several meters around was turned into a murky mess.
Wang Mengde's figure shot out from behind the reef.
The Water Escape Technique was pushed to its limit, leaving an almost invisible streak of light in the water, as fast as an arrow released from a bow.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Liu Yiyi, his left arm around her waist, holding her firmly in his embrace.
He raised his right hand, and spiritual light condensed in his palm. Seawater rapidly spun and compressed at his fingertips, transforming into a water arrow about three feet long.
The water arrow was completely transparent, yet sharp as a blade, with a cold, eerie light emanating from its tip. It was almost invisible in the seawater, and its presence could only be detected by the slightly distorted light reflected from the surrounding water.
The Peak Mastery of Water Arrow Technique.
Wang Mengde's gaze was like lightning, locked onto the Wave-Chasing Flying Fish that was Entwining Silk Technique.
The water jet shot out.
It moved as fast as lightning, leaving an almost invisible trail in the water, silent yet deadly.
Wave-Chasing Flying Fish could even react, the water arrow had already pierced its left eye with pinpoint accuracy.
"Pfft"
A muffled, explosive sound.
The water jet pierced through the left eye of the Wave-Chasing Flying Fish, penetrating its entire skull and exiting from the back of its head, bringing with it a cloud of grayish-white flesh and crimson blood mist.
The Wave-Chasing Flying Fish's body suddenly stiffened, as if struck by lightning, and convulsed violently.
Those deep golden eyes instantly lost all their luster; the pupils dilated, becoming dull and empty.
Its tail drooped limply, and its slender body slowly rolled in the water, revealing its grayish-white belly.
Blood mist spread through the seawater, turning the surrounding water a pale red.
Wang Mengde looked down at Liu Yiyi in his arms and said in a deep voice, "Yiyi, it's alright, I'm here."
Liu Yiyi's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at Wang Mengde's face.
The light was dim in the sea.
But his face was remarkably clear.
His profile was sharp, his jaw was slightly taut, his nose was straight, his brow was slightly furrowed, and his eyes held a calm and collected light.
His lips were slightly pursed, with a faint curve at the corners, as if he were comforting a frightened child.
His eyes were dark and bright, like the deepest currents in the ocean or the brightest stars in the night sky.
Seawater flowed over his face, lifting the stray hairs from his forehead to reveal his smooth brow.
Strands of her hair, which had been scattered by the water blades, floated in the seawater, giving his face a strange, almost unreal clarity.
That face was so deeply imprinted in her heart, like a red-hot iron branding it, impossible to erase.
Her heart skipped a beat, not from fear, but from a strange, unfamiliar thrill she had never experienced before.