Immortal Gourd Island.
Deep beneath the earth.
The dark green phantom of King Poisonscale's essence had barely taken shape.
When he fiercely swung his tail spike and pounced toward Great Shaman Sea-Devouring's Primordial Spirit.
The phantom with a human head and serpent body traced an arc through the Heavy Water, the dark green venomous spike at his tail tip shooting straight for Great Shaman Sea-Devouring's Primordial Spirit's throat.
Great Shaman Sea-Devouring's Primordial Spirit snorted coldly, his azure translucent body drifting several yards backward.
At the same time, he raised a hand, and the phantom of the Surging Waves Trident appeared in his palm.
The trident tip collided with the venomous spike, erupting in an ear-piercing clang of metal.
Two utterly different forces exploded at the center of the hollow, blasting the surrounding Heavy Water into a vacuum zone thousands of yards wide.
"I knew you old bastard would come out!"
Great Shaman Sea-Devouring's Primordial Spirit stared fixedly at King Poisonscale's essence, sneering. "But it's good that you came out. I'll deal with you while I'm at it!"
As his words fell, the two phantoms crashed together once more.
The trident and venomous spike struck each other madly, every collision bursting with blinding spiritual light and piercing detonations.
The clash between Primordial Spirit and essence was even more perilous than the battle between their true bodies just now—neither was constrained by flesh, and every move was a life-or-death struggle made with all their strength.
The entire hollow shook violently. The Fifth-Tier Formation patterns on the ceiling flashed madly, while fragments of rock constantly rained from the walls, only to be ground into powder by the spreading aftermath of spiritual power.
If not for the Fifth-Tier Binding Formation still struggling to hold on, this hollow buried thousands of yards beneath the seabed