The Daoist rode the whale down, his plans already well laid.
He had put a great deal of effort into this assassination, plotting from every angle. Only now was he truly closing the net.
Unfortunately, two of the Demon Whales he had always relied on as trusted subordinates had died, and it pained him deeply. He began to regret taking this mission at all.
Deep beneath the water, his Divine Sense was just as useless. In this sort of environment, he had to rely on the Killer Whales, as well as the strange leech he had released himself.
The six whales and one leech followed the Sword Cultivator to the seabed. To his surprise, they failed to find any trace of the Sword Cultivator at first, which left him baffled.
His first thought was that the Sword Cultivator had used some Law Treasure to conceal his tracks. That was what most Cultivators would think of.
It didn't matter. It was only a matter of time.
He had accepted the mission alone. The previous assassins had nothing to do with him, and no assassin would be generous enough to reveal a target's traits. If they had failed, they would wish everyone else to fail as well. That was the normal mindset of a Cultivator.
So he knew nothing about the Sword Cultivator's ability to use Earth Escape.
The Killer Whales swept over the seabed, unconsciously prodding and poking beneath them with their long forks. The Daoist followed behind, and he could more or less conclude that there were no concealing Law Treasures nearby. Just as he was puzzling over this and preparing to have the pod spread out a little farther, a sudden change occurred.
The leech bored furiously into one spot on the seabed. At the same time, vast swaths