Wang Mengde rose to his feet, steered the spirit boat, and continued onward.
The torrential rain still poured down, and the waves still churned.
He piloted the skiff spirit boat through the storm zone, racing onward into deeper waters.
Under the sweep of the Spirit Eye Technique, he occasionally spotted sea fish containing spiritual power.
He caught them one by one.
Another two Purple-Striped Spirit Pomfrets.
One Red-Spotted Fish.
Three Green Stone Groupers.
About an hour later.
The Spirit Eye Technique swept across an area of undersea reefs.
A glint flashed in Wang Mengde's eyes.
It was a patch of submerged reefs, jagged rocks rising in ranks and gullies crisscrossing everywhere.
Between the cracks in those reefs, more than a dozen... demon fish swam densely packed together.
That was right—demon fish.
They were not ordinary sea fish containing a trace of spiritual power, but genuine demon fish with the cultivation of first-level minor demons.
Each of those demon fish was over two meters long.
Their bodies were flattened at the sides and silver-white, looking much like cutlassfish.
But they were far wider and thicker than cutlassfish.
Their heads were long and pointed, and their mouths were filled with sharp teeth.
Most bizarre of all, their eyes were scarlet.
Deep within those crimson eyes, an eerie red gleam flickered faintly.
A brilliant light flashed in Wang Mengde's eyes.
Bone-Spirit Silverfish.
His predecessor had once accidentally hooked one of these Bone-Spirit Silverfish. Not only had he failed to reel in the demon fish—
he had also been struck in the chest by the foul demon aura it sprayed. After returning home, he had fallen asleep and never awakened, dying just like that.
Wang Mengde cast the Entwining Silk Technique.
Spiritual power at his fingertips transformed into countless threads that shot toward the