"I... didn't die?"
Amid the boundless darkness, Lin Mo suddenly saw a ray of light.
The light rapidly stretched out before his eyes, gradually becoming the scene of the blood sea from before.
At the very top of the scene, two spectral old turtles held the Sinful Dragon's Primordial Spirit phantom fast in their jaws. One had even clamped down on its throat, its sharp teeth burning with Primordial Spirit fire.
The other, the Spirit Turtle Ancestor, had thrust a sharp claw into the Sinful Dragon's throat, preventing it from unleashing its dragon might again!
"Now's my chance!"
Although Lin Mo had no idea how he had survived the blast of the dragon might's aftershock, he did not waste so much as a sliver of time.
Once his consciousness returned to his sea of consciousness, Lin Mo acted without hesitation. His thoughts drove his dharma power, which drove the Ancient Swords, the Spirit-Devouring Vines, the Grass and Wood Demon-Sealing Formation...
He drove the net of vines beneath the sea, with the Black Tortoise Sea-Calming Fir wrapped inside, closer and closer to the seabed below-a yard, a foot, an inch at a time!
"He... he actually survived?!"
Within the Jellyfish Sea Beast's independent space, the delicate young woman's eyes widened, her expression as though she had seen a ghost. "A mere Golden Core survived the aftershock of dragon might? This... this is impossible!"
Indeed, it should have been utterly impossible.
Even Qionghengzi and Qiongsongzi-one a relatively weakened Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator, the other on the verge of advancing to the Nascent Soul late stage-had nearly lost consciousness after enduring just three blasts of dragon might.
The terror of dragon might was plain to see!
Yet Lin Mo was only at the first layer of Golden Core. His soul was not even