The seawater beneath the Ink-Crystal Dark Ao suddenly sank straight down, forming a spinning funnel. Its enormous body was forcibly brought to a halt by the suction.
Immediately after, the center of the funnel abruptly bulged upward.
It was not a wave, but a long, sprawling ridge.
Blue-gray scales broke through the surface, revealing a body even larger than the Ink-Crystal Dark Ao.
It looked like an unbroken chain of rolling mountains, every rise towering more than thirty feet high.
Its trunk was as thick as a century-old tree, each scale as large as a millstone, with seabed rubble and shells still clinging to their edges.
At the center of its forehead was embedded a dark golden Reverse Scale, covered in fine cracks.
Its eyes were blue-gray, its pupils vertical black slits, its gaze vicious and feral.
Its eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the ridges of its brows protruded.
Its nose was flat, its nostrils like two volcanic craters. Whenever it exhaled, white mist carrying the stench of sulfur poured out.
Many dragon whiskers grew from either side of its mouth, though some were broken and others were black as charred coal.
When it bared its teeth, rows upon rows of sharp fangs could be seen, the two longest tusks jutting from the corners of its mouth.
Its lips had long since rotted away, leaving only rough scales around its gums. The dark-red muscles beneath could even be seen constantly squirming.
Xu Changqing guessed, "Could this be the Flood Dragon that escaped from the Flood Dragon Suppression Tower?"
The strongest evidence was that it was too old. Many parts of its body had begun to degenerate.
Only a seal lasting many years could have caused such a result.
A normal demon would never look like this.
Barring any surprises,