128: Chapter 128: Wind and thunder break the situation, heavy water buries the monster

Deep in the ruins of the sunken ship.

Lin Ze, dressed in a green robe, hovered in the turbulent water flow.

He had just stored the massive amount of Yao Beast Materials he had just harvested into his Storage Pouch and was about to exhale, when a vibration suddenly came from the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.

"Hmm."

That was the warning sent through the Bloodline contract by the Wind-Thunder Sea Flood Dragon "Purple Thunder," which was lurking in the clouds high above.

"Hum!"

Lin Ze formed seals with his hands in front of his chest, and the [Vision Sharing] of the Major Achievement level "Beast Taming Art" was activated with a boom.

In an instant, his vision soared ten thousand feet high, piercing through the mist, overlooking the main battlefield ten miles away from a god-like perspective.

In his field of vision, the Linghu Lin Clan's [flying cloud wave-breaking ship] was already like a candle in the wind.

The defensive light screen of the warship was riddled with holes from corrosion, and the Ghost-Faced Poison Manta Rays flying all over the sky were like a black cloak of death, wrapping around the entire warship.

"You're courting death..."

Deep within his Dantian and Qi Sea, the massive "Heavy Water Vortex" suddenly reversed with unprecedented violence at this moment.

"Boom."

The water flow under Lin Ze's feet exploded, and he surged toward the direction of the main battlefield.

...

At this moment, the main deck of the flying cloud wave-breaking ship was already a living hell.

"We can't hold on anymore."

"The Formation Plate, the Formation Plate is about to shatter."

The old Formation Master, who was sustaining the Formation with his life, pressed his hands on the cracked Formation Plate.

Just a moment ago, an exceptionally large Ghost-Faced Poison Manta Ray, at the cost of having half its wing shredded by Sword Qi, crashed into the weakest point of the Formation.

"Crack..."

A crisp sound rang out.

The defensive Formation Plate shattered into pieces of scrap metal on the spot.

The moment the protection of the Formation was lost, poisonous stings rained down upon the Lin Family disciples on the deck.

"Lin Family men, draw your swords!"

Commander Lin Hu's eyes were splitting with rage, and he desperately raised the shield in his hand to block in front of several severely injured clansmen.

High in the sky, The Old Patriarch, Patriarch Lin Zhenhai, who was struggling to hold on, roared.

"No!"

He wanted to return to reinforce them, but the two Foundation Establishment Stage Ghost-Faced Poison Manta Ray kings in front of him let out bloodthirsty, sinister laughs, locking onto his Qi.

Shadows engulfed the entire warship.

"Boom."

A bolt of heavenly thunder crashed down from the opening.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a dragon's roar that could pierce metal and crack stone, an ancient exotic beast draped in purple-gold dragon armor swooped down from beyond the Nine Heavens.

It was none other than the Wind-Thunder Sea Flood Dragon, Purple Thunder.

"What kind of monster is that?"

In mid-air, the two Foundation Establishment Stage Yao Beast kings, who were preparing to deal a lethal blow to Patriarch Lin Zhenhai, trembled as this superior pressure originating from the ancient true Dragon Bloodline descended upon them.

"Thunder Net, Seal the Heaven."

A voice resounded in the Void Realm.

The purple jade horn on Purple Thunder's forehead erupted with intense light, and it opened its bloody maw.

A thunder net intertwined in mid-air, directly covering the sky full of flying Ghost-Faced Poison Manta Rays.

"Squeak."

The moment those arrogant High Grade Ghost-Faced Poison Manta Rays touched the thunder net, the power of lightning drilled into their nervous systems.

Hundreds of Poison Manta Rays fell into the river below with a series of "plops" at this moment.

Even the two Foundation Establishment Stage Yao Beast kings were affected by this sudden, violent thunder net, retreating in mid-air while screaming.

"Is this Brother Ze's divine pet?"

On the deck, Commander Lin Hu and the others looked at the thunderous giant beast in mid-air.

"Great-Grandfather, your grandson has arrived late."

Above the river, a figure in a green robe broke through the water and emerged.

Lin Ze stepped on the water waves, wearing the [water-governing wind-flow robe], and walked into the Void Realm.

His gaze locked onto the two Foundation Establishment Stage Yao Beast kings still struggling in mid-air.

"You hurt my clansmen and forced my elder."

"Today, you won't even be able to leave behind an intact corpse."

Lin Ze suddenly raised his right hand, and in his palm, the [Canglang Sword Array] Formation Plate, flowing with liquid water light, erupted with divine radiance.

"Hmm."

The "Canglang Sword Array," which was originally only used to condense Sword Qi to kill enemies, was now driven by Lin Ze.

"Formation Core Resonance, Heavy Water as a lock."

Lin Ze stared at the Poison Manta Ray Yao Beast king that was attempting to dive into the high sky to escape, and slashed his sword finger downwards abruptly.

"Get down here!"

"Boom."

Above the Yao Beast king's head, the Void Realm twisted instantly.

"Creak."

"Hiss!"

The Yao Beast king let out a miserable howl; it desperately drove the Foundation Establishment Yao Pill within its body, trying to break free from this heavy pressure.

"Bang!"

Its body was pressed down like a meteorite by this giant Heavy Water hand, smashing from high in the sky toward the very bottom of the Abyssal Trench below.

"Since you like to fly, I will let you taste what it feels like to be squeezed into meat paste by this ten-thousand-foot deep-sea water pressure."

A divine light shot out from the depths of Lin Ze's eyes, and he pressed his sword finger all the way down.

That arrogant Foundation Establishment Stage Yao Beast king, along with its protective Yao light and tough bones, was squeezed into a ball of meat under the dual pressure of the Heavy Water internal explosion and the deep-sea water pressure.

Subsequently, it turned into a pool of scarlet blood, completely merging into the undercurrent.

Such a scene made the Lin Family Cultivators on the entire warship forget even to breathe.

"Good, good, good."

In mid-air, The Old Patriarch, Patriarch Lin Zhenhai, who had already reached the end of his rope, saw this scene, and the Death Qi in his chest dissipated.

The old man looked up to the sky and let out a burst of laughter that was extremely gratifying.

In his tiger-like eyes, a Battle Intent that could burn the sky and boil the sea was rekindled.

"My grandson is still so valiant; how could this old man, with these old bones, fall behind?"

Patriarch Lin Zhenhai bit the tip of his tongue sharply, spraying a mouthful of essence blood onto the Top Grade Magical Artifact longsword in his hand.

Regardless of the internal injuries on the verge of collapse, he transformed his remaining Foundation Establishment true energy into a hundred-foot-long purple-gold stream of light.

"Evil beast, accept your death."

The remaining Poison Manta Ray Yao Beast king was now full of openings.

Facing Patriarch Lin Zhenhai's desperate, lethal sword strike, it let out a mournful cry.

"Swoosh."

The purple-gold sword light slashed down from the center of the Yao Beast king's eyebrows, splitting its massive body in two with unstoppable force.

The scalding hot Yao blood spilled onto the river surface like a waterfall.

Two Foundation Establishment Stage Yao Beast kings.

One was dragged into the abyss and crushed by Heavy Water, and the other was split in two by The Old Patriarch's sword.

It took less than ten breaths of time from beginning to end.

This catastrophe, which was originally enough to wipe out the entire Linghu Lin Clan, was completely shattered under Lin Ze's breaking of the situation.

The wind ceased, and the thunder stopped.

Lin Ze retracted his right hand, which was surging with majestic magic power.

He turned his head, looking at the Lin Family clansmen on the deck who were supporting each other and weeping with joy, and looking at the back of his Great-Grandfather.

In his heart, Lin Ze exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"This anvil, my Lin Family, has defended it."