The cultivators had already guessed what the enormous creature in the sea was, and their expressions grew rather grim.
It had to be the Western Sea Sword Sect's Sect-Guarding Divine Beast—the Flying Whale!
No wonder the Western Sea Sword God remained so indifferent and confident in the face of such danger.
This enormous beast had been hiding beneath the sea all along, ready to fight at any moment.
The mountainlike Flying Whale often flew over the waters near Haizhou City.
Every year during the Four Seas Banquet, it even sprayed seawater as a welcoming rain to wash away the dust of travel, forming rainbows to greet the guests.
A lack of mystery did not mean a lack of terror.
The Flying Whale slowly waved its fins, rising toward the surface amid waves hundreds of yards high.
Countless streams of seawater cascaded off its smooth back, forming countless waterfalls that roared like thunder, a spectacle of incomparable grandeur.
The Flying Whale left the sea and headed skyward amid vast clouds of spray, its enormous body moving at high speed, displacing immense volumes of air and raising terrifying gales.
It reached a height of roughly two thousand yards above the sea, slowly opened its enormous mouth like a black hole, and let out a low roar toward the east.
The salty, fishy sea wind struck the Green Mountain disciples like knives. Many could barely keep their footing, and the sword light surrounding the Cloud Terrace swayed ceaselessly like a little boat on a vast ocean, seemingly liable to capsize at any moment.
The dark clouds dispersed, and starlight spilled onto the Flying Whale's enormous black body, reflecting a dim gleam. Like a true mountain, it actually seemed larger than the Cloud Terrace stripped of its cloak of clouds, and cast an enormous