The young woman aboard the sea-skimming boat had only come to watch the excitement, never expecting to be caught up in it. Everything happened so suddenly that, as she watched the black chain hurtle toward her, panic overwhelmed her and she forgot even to dodge.
Just as she and her boat were about to be smashed through in a single blow, a streak of green light shot over from Mount Putuo. In the blink of an eye, it arrived before the young woman and shielded her.
Within the green light appeared a tall, ordinary-looking young man. He raised a jade-white hand and pushed it forward, a white halo lighting up in his palm.
The cone-shaped head at the end of the chain slammed into his palm with a heavy bang.
A fierce gust swept around him, sending ripples coursing across his body. His robes snapped in the wind, and his blue-black hair streamed behind him, yet he did not budge in the slightest. Even the water beneath his feet only stirred with faint ripples.
"Uncle... Uncle Wei, thank you, Uncle Wei Qing." The young girl finally came to her senses and hurriedly thanked him.
"Go back quickly," said the young man named Wei Qing without turning around.
At his words, the girl immediately steered her boat toward Mount Putuo's main island and fled as though for her life.
Wei Qing watched the two men still struggling against the Magic Formation's chains ahead, his brows knitting slightly as he prepared to rush forward. At that moment, a layer of green light suddenly lit up beneath the sea, followed by dull, repeated sounds of gears and winches turning.
"It's shut..." he murmured, stopping in his tracks.
Shen Luo had noticed the commotion earlier. After saying something to Bai Xiaotian, the two flew