"No!"
"Save me..."
Amid shrill, miserable screams, their figures were dragged by an invisible force, sliding toward the center of that bottomless vortex.
During this time, they naturally struggled with all their might, wildly unleashing every manner of Spell Arts in an attempt to break free from that deadly suction.
Escape arts, water curtains, shields—every method they could think of was poured out without regard for the cost.
Yet all resistance was useless.
The great demon created by the Eerie Blood Moon suppressed the Cultivators of Cloud Marsh Heavenly Palace far too thoroughly.
Every Spell Art they possessed—whether offensive water dragons and Spiral Water Lances, concealing water curtains, or water-escape techniques relied upon for survival—every last one of them was perfectly countered by the Lord of the Whirlpooling Waves.
The power of all waters, which they wielded as easily as their own arms, became like ministers meeting their sovereign before Wuzhiqi, unable to muster even the slightest resistance.
This sight even made Jiang Xuan's expression turn several degrees graver.
He had not forgotten that the majestic Lord of the Whirlpooling Waves before him, who toyed with Cloud Marsh Heavenly Palace's prodigies in the palm of his hand, had been created through his own hand—but his control over the Eerie Blood Moon was no more than a superficial scrap.
The Eerie Blood Moon was likewise a Sword of Damocles hanging above his head.
"Perhaps... the Blood Moon isn't even the strongest of the anomalies." Watching the lake surface being churned until heaven and earth overturned, a chill passed through Jiang Xuan's heart. "This catastrophe is even more dangerous than I imagined."
"Enough!"
Seeing her junior brothers and sisters being ravaged by the Lord of the Whirlpooling Waves, battered and bedraggled as danger lurked at every turn, Shui Yun could no