A long, slender, blue-black body flashed into view amid the violently churning waves.
Though it vanished in an instant, the patriarchs still detected an otherworldly presence as intense as that of the Black Water Buffalo upon it.
Above the mighty swells, though the waves still rolled and roared, everything seemed to fall silent at once.
Whether it was the lively White-Robed Boy, the gentle-faced middle-aged cultivator, the gray-robed old Daoist who always wore a smile, or the frost-faced woman in palace attire.
All their expressions were incomparably grave now.
A living target that could not even move had nearly exhausted them. They had never expected another to appear just after they finally managed to deal with it!
The four exchanged grim looks.
Before their eyes, the Black Water Buffalo's enormous body was rapidly dragged into the sea, about to disappear beneath the water in the blink of an eye.
The White-Robed Boy hesitated for a moment.
The woman in palace attire, however, snorted coldly and plunged headfirst into the sea.
"I'll go take a look!"
Seeing the woman in palace attire charge in first.
The White-Robed Boy gritted his teeth and shouted:
"I'll go too."
He was about to descend when a wisp of green smoke blocked his path.
The White-Robed Boy turned to look. It was Patriarch Jiukong, standing atop the incense burner.
His expression darkened slightly:
"Your source has suffered severe damage. If you take another heavy blow, your true body may drop a grade. You had better not go down. Stay here and wait for us."
A rare look of conflict appeared on the White-Robed Boy's face.
Having spoken, Patriarch Jiukong swiftly entered the incense burner and descended toward the churning seawater below.
In midair, the gray-robed old Daoist hesitated for a while, but finally sighed and