Nangong Wan stepped forward and gripped the fishing rod with both hands, freeing one of Lin Yun's hands.
He immediately raised his right hand and snapped his sleeve upward. A deathly white sword light tinged with ghastly green shot from his cuff, sweeping forth like a rainbow. Its chill pierced to the bone, yet it bore a grand, righteous majesty. Within its shimmering outline, a hundred demons seemed to roar and lament, their eerie howls piercing the ears, carrying an innate power to cow Demon Beasts.
The moment the sword light appeared, fear flashed through the Mountain-Carrying Whale's eyes, and the force of its struggles instantly diminished by more than half.
The baleful sword light shot forth, slashing toward the Mountain-Carrying Whale.
The slender, deathly white sword light formed a stark contrast with the mountainous whale, like a mayfly trying to shake a mountain.
But faced with that swiftly approaching sword light, the Mountain-Carrying Whale had no such thought.
To him, that deathly white light tinged with ghastly green was like a natural predator. His surging demonic power had nowhere to go, as though it had been shackled. All he could do was thrash his enormous body, trying to evade the sword.
Yet the accursed silvery-white hook in its mouth, no larger to it than a tiny grain of sand, seemed to have hooked its Demon Soul. Whatever it wanted to do, its body simply refused to obey.
He wanted to snap the transparent fishing line, but his body only swished its tail. He wanted to use his innate Divine Ability to shrink his body, but all his body did was let out a few mournful cries.
Under the Mountain-Carrying Whale's despairing gaze, the sword descended through the air and pierced his mountainous skull in the blink of an eye.