"Two early Golden Core flood dragons. Not bad-an unexpected bonus, too."
Chu Mo hovered above the sea, his gaze piercing the layer upon layer of water curtains into the depths below.
There, two pale-faced figures knelt before the Water Eye.
The two Flood Dragon Generals were already arrows at the end of their flight. Their scales were dull and lusterless, their auras weak and chaotic. They had clearly suffered grievous injuries during the upheaval of heaven and earth earlier.
Yet they had not retreated to the Outer Sea. Instead, they were mustering every last scrap of magical power, trying to reverse the Water Eye's flow and force the endlessly surging water essence of the Turbid Abyss back inside.
"Loyal, at least."
Chu Mo felt not the slightest pity.
At a thought from him, the Profound Banner trembled lightly, and several figures darted out. Aside from Bai Li, there were four other Golden Core Banner Spirits, including Wang Mao of the Profound Yin Cave and the Blue-Skirted Woman.
The five Banner Spirits slipped into the deep sea like shadows, surrounding the two grievously wounded flood dragons in an instant.
"Who's there?!"
The two Flood Dragon Generals looked up in horror, only to see attacks bearing down on them.
Though Bai Li's soul was bound, her divine abilities remained undiminished. She drew upon the waters in all directions, turning them into layers of shackles that pressed down. Wang Mao and the other Banner Spirits likewise attacked with all their might. Waterlight, cold tides, and sword qi crisscrossed, carving out an enormous waterless space.
In barely a breath, the two Flood Dragon Generals were completely subdued. Their magical power scattered, leaving them unable to move.
"Devious human cultivator! Taking advantage of our peril-you're utterly shameless!"
One of the Flood Dragon Generals, clad in