Sea Terror: The Self-Cultivation of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Evil Orca King

The furious wind howled, and muddy waves filled the sky.

The battered ship pitched wildly amid the raging waves. Its wooden planks let out shrill groans, and its hull listed at a terrifying angle, looking ready to fall apart at any moment.

Cold, salty seawater crashed down over them, stinging their faces.

The seven people on deck had no time for a single complaint.

"It's a monster! Don't hold back!"

Dai Mubai roared, his golden hair whipping wildly as the White Tiger True Body burst forth.

A white tiger phantom half a zhang tall swept out, carrying the supreme pressure of the king of beasts. Even the surrounding wind and waves stalled.

Zhu Zhuqing's steps crossed with exquisite precision, and she instantly pressed close to Dai Mubai's side, her figure hazy as a ghostly shadow.

Their Soul Rings shone against each other, and dazzling red light shot into the sky, staining the gloomy heavens with a trace of blood-red.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Hell White Tiger!"

"Roar!!!"

Amid a tiger's roar powerful enough to split metal and stone, a black-and-white winged tiger pounced through the air.

Its claws easily tore through the air, bringing sharp shrieks of wind as it crashed head-on into the black orca churning the sea.

Tang San stood firmly at the wildly swaying bow.

Purple Demon Eyes operated at full force. Two beams of purple light seemed to shoot from his eyes, piercing through the mist of seawater as he fixed his gaze on every tiny weakness around the orca king's eyes and gills.

His hands remained hidden in his sleeves, his fingertips already filled with hidden weapons that glinted coldly in the darkness.

"Rongrong, boost Boss Dai and Zhu Qing!"

"This thing's hide is too tough. We have to break through it with overwhelming force!"

Tang