The Netherworld Spirit Merfolk slipped into the Nether River, its hate-filled eyes fixed stubbornly on the Ferry Boat through the water's surface.
This showed that it would never let the matter rest so easily and would definitely launch another attack.
Faced with such a situation, even though all three were in the Golden Core Realm, they had no way to deal with it for the time being.
After all, this was an extremely dangerous Nether River, its waters filled with crazed Nether Beasts.
Zhurong shouted in a low voice, "Something's moving!"
His bait was another water flea egg.
At first, there was no response at all beneath the water.
But unexpectedly, it was suddenly tugged at just then.
Xu Changqing had just prepared to go over and help when something happened on Tai Bai's side as well.
Among the three, he was the only one using a Taiyin Flower to fish.
"This thing is incredibly strong!"
"They actually bit at the same time!"
"Be careful!"
Xu Changqing's heart stirred. His Divine Sense swept beneath the water as he carefully sensed the situation.
At the Taiyin Flower, a little creature the size of a palm, its entire body covered in blue-black tortoise shell, was currently biting down hard on the bait.
Judging from the dense Lunar Yin patterns covering its shell, it should be one of the three Nether Beasts recorded on the map: a juvenile Abyssal Black Tortoise.
Though it was small, its strength rivaled that of an Early Golden Core Stage cultivator. As its limbs paddled, it churned the rushing currents, making even Tai Bai somewhat nervous.
Meanwhile, Zhurong's water flea egg was surrounded by over a hundred Cold Abyss Water Fleas. One of them was far larger than the rest, its body gleaming with a ghostly blue radiance