When Ao Han had sent him to attack this demon cave, he had probably had something like this in mind.
But although that prince of the Dragon Palace was a chess player, Cui Jiuyang was no mere roadside spectator.
Wouldn't it be too much of a waste for the chess piece called General Lei to be smashed to pieces in this ocean trench?
For Cui Jiuyang, letting Lei Chuanyun return alive to Ao Han's side was undoubtedly the simplest and most direct opportunity to probe that dragon prince's true capabilities.
And so the stopper of the Yin-Yang Reversal Gourd slipped out without a sound. Two supremely pure yet utterly opposing auras became two little fish, one black and one white, which chased each other as they swam out of Cui Jiuyang's sleeve.
One little fish was ink-black all over, while the other was flawlessly white.
Chasing and playing in the seawater, they deftly circled around General Lei ahead of them and swam into the demon cave.
Inside the cave, the lean, sallow man took another Tiger Tally from his robes, this one traced with golden lines, and calmly fastened it to his waist.
Once the new Tiger Tally was securely in place, he waved his Feather Fan with a convincing air, though only its bare handle remained.
With each sweep, sharp rays of golden light spread outward, enveloping the demon soldiers around him.
The demonic qi of every soldier instantly began to change from the quiet resilience of Crossing Waves to a fierce, cutting sharpness.
Then streams of demonic qi filled with bone-chilling killing intent gathered in the lean man's hand, wrapping layer upon layer around the fan's wooden handle. Gradually, they condensed into a Green-Frost Treasure Sword gleaming with cold light.
Wielding the newly formed sword, he returned to