"What a crushing calamity!"
Chu Mo marveled inwardly. In his perception, Liu Yuan and Qinglin actually seemed to be burdened with grave external tribulations already. Liu Yuan in particular had dark clouds looming over his Fate, a tangled shroud of gloom that looked like a portent of imminent disaster.
What was going on? Liu Yuan had screwed over his brothers, but hadn't he himself escaped with his life?
Suspicion stirred in his heart. The Ink Seal turned slightly, and Determine Life and Death tapped gently at the two Fates fleeing into the distance, tentatively drawing out their external tribulations.
The dark clouds of calamity immediately descended, shrouding Liu Yuan's spiritual seat like splashed ink.
"That should be enough."
Chu Mo's eyes flickered. Then he withdrew his attention and returned it to the battlefield on the seabed. In the brief moment he had been distracted casting his technique, the battle here had nearly ended.
Within the sword formation, the seven remaining Flood Dragon cultivators were either dead or wounded. All had been subdued, locked inside a cage of flickering sword light.
The leader of the Heaven's Will Sect group swept his gaze over the captured, dying Flood Dragon cultivators, then glanced at Xi Hong and his two companions. He sneered. "Tribulation Deliverance demo... fellow Daoists, these demons certainly seem fond of you. Could it be that you truly share the same stench, that birds of a feather flock together?
"If our Water Mansion hadn't happened to be nearby, allowing us to rush over upon hearing the news, I fear you would have had trouble escaping unscathed today."
Xi Hong chuckled. "Fellow Daoist Chen Ling, Tribulation Deliverance is an orthodox sect of the profound path. How could we walk the same road as demons? Please mind your words before making such slanderous