120: Escape

The fierce battle continued, and Cultivators constantly fell under the Thunder Flood Dragons' frenzied attacks, staining the sea surface crimson.

After the last few Fourth-Tier Thunder Flood Dragons were killed by the combined efforts of everyone, most of the surviving Cultivators were injured and panting, but smiles appeared on their faces as they looked toward Elder Zhao.

But Lin Feng's heart sank.

Deep within that underwater volcano, an indescribably terrifying pressure surged skyward. That aura far surpassed the Fourth-Tier realm.

"This is bad." Lin Feng's expression changed drastically. He threw the lightning-attracting incense in his hand far away, and simultaneously activated the wine immortal gourd beneath his feet, speeding away from the volcano.

Most Cultivators looked at him in confusion, some even showing mocking smiles, thinking this kid had been scared out of his wits.

Just then, the entire sea surface arched upward and immediately exploded. Amidst the sky-high mist, a gigantic creature burst out of the water. It resembled a Flood Dragon, but was several times larger than the previous Fourth-Tier Thunder Flood Dragons.

Sixth-Tier Abyssal Thunder Flood Dragon!

The expressions on the faces of the Cultivators who had just been mocking Lin Feng instantly froze.

Because Lin Feng had started the earliest and was in the most remote position, he had already escaped the core area.

He crushed the High-Grade Water Evasion Talisman he had already held in his hand without hesitation. The Talisman transformed into a brilliant blue light that enveloped him, and he silently submerged into the sea. His speed soared, instantly putting distance between himself and the battlefield.

As his gaze swept over that human Hell, he happened to catch sight of the sallow-faced Elder surnamed Huang.

After speeding through the deep sea for several miles, he immediately restrained his aura. Only then did he dare to look back.

As expected, the Elder surnamed Huang was highly experienced. The moment the Sixth-Tier Thunder Flood Dragon appeared, he immediately tossed away the lightning-attracting incense, summoned a Tortoiseshell Shield for protection, and crushed a Wind Travel Talisman to flee quickly. His response was undeniably decisive, and his speed even surpassed many Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

However, a streak of black lightning followed like a shadow, striking Elder Huang, who had already fled hundreds of feet away. The light barrier of the Tortoiseshell Shield shattered like glass under the lightning, and the Elder surnamed Huang's figure turned to dust in the electric light, unable to even let out a scream.

A highly experienced Cultivator was thus annihilated, body and soul.

This scene sent chills down Lin Feng's entire body.

The situation for the other Cultivators on the sea surface was even more tragic. Some tried to escape using Escaping Light, but were violently dragged back by the terrifying suction force within the hundred-foot waves stirred up by the Thunder Flood Dragon's massive tail.

Several Cultivators who formed a defensive array were swallowed, along with their sword formation, by the vortex created by the Thunder Flood Dragon's massive mouth, without even a chance to struggle.

What was even more despairing was that the Sixth-Tier Thunder Flood Dragon seemed exceptionally sensitive to the scent of the lightning-attracting incense. Even if some Cultivators managed to discard the sticks in time, the residual scent on them was still as conspicuous as a bright lamp, causing them to fall one after another under the Thunder Flood Dragon's rampage.

Just as Lin Feng was secretly rejoicing over his thorough preparation, a killing intent locked onto him from behind. Elder Zhao of the Four Seas Association had actually seen through his concealment and was chasing him through the water: "Kid, you're quite clever."

The speed of a Core Formation Cultivator was far beyond that of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator; in the blink of an eye, he was closing in.

Lin Feng leaped out of the water and continued his flight. Seeing the distance between them rapidly shrinking, he suddenly turned around, facing his pursuer, and rapidly formed hand seals.

The air around him instantly became hazy, water vapor condensed out of thin air, and heavy snow began to fall, enveloping and distorting his entire body. His figure became indistinct, as if merging with the surrounding ice and snow, leaving only a faint, fluctuating outline.

Elder Zhao, who was pursuing him, paused slightly, a cold sneer curling his lips. A mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator's illusionary trick was laughable in front of him, a Core Formation Cultivator.

He didn't even bother to summon his Lifebound Treasure; he simply raised his hand casually, and a dark claw shadow tore through the sky, heading straight for Lin Feng.

Just then, a blue and white cold light shot out from the snowy mist. Wherever it passed, the air condensed into frost, and the extreme cold contained within made Elder Zhao frown slightly.

The claw shadow was instantly frozen, and Elder Zhao's expression shifted slightly. This cold Qi was unbelievably pure—it was not at all the standard a Foundation Establishment Cultivator should possess.

Lin Feng stepped out from the snowy mist, the long sword in his hand radiating three colors of light. Three distinct streams of spiritual power—azure, red, and blue—intertwined and wrapped around his sword tip, repelling each other yet strangely achieving Fusion.

Elder Zhao's pupils contracted sharply. This method of spiritual power Fusion was unheard of. He finally realized that this young man was definitely not an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and immediately prepared to summon his Lifebound Treasure.

But it was too late.

That three-colored Sword Aura was unimaginably fast, appearing directly in front of his chest. The protective spiritual light Elder Zhao had hastily erected was already shattered, and the Sword Aura plunged into his heart Meridians without obstruction.

Only at this moment did Elder Zhao truly see the coldness and determination in the young man's eyes.

Three completely different types of spiritual power violently clashed within his body, shattering his Meridians inch by inch. Elder Zhao opened his mouth, trying to speak, but could only produce strange, gurgling sounds.

He stared fixedly at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with shock and unwillingness. After dominating the North Nether Sea for a hundred years, he actually fell to a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage Cultivator.

Lin Feng flicked out a wisp of bright fire with his left hand. Elder Zhao emitted faint crackling sounds in the flames, eventually being completely annihilated, leaving behind not even a trace of aura.

The instant Elder Zhao completely vanished, Lin Feng inhaled with his right hand, pulling the Storage Pouch suspended in the air into his grasp.

Not daring to delay for a moment, Lin Feng summoned the wine immortal gourd, transforming into a streak of light that broke through the air and sped away. He deliberately took a few detours, and only after confirming he was not being followed did he speed toward a different direction, away from Black Coral Island.

Several days later, a small island appeared in his sight.

He cautiously flew around the island twice, carefully sweeping it with his Divine Sense. After confirming there were no traces of Cultivators, he landed in front of a natural stone cave on the leeward side of the island.

After waving his hand to set up a few simple concealment Restrictions, Lin Feng entered the cave and sat down cross-legged.

After taking a few Medicinal Pills, he began circulating his Cultivation Technique. Several hours later, his pale complexion finally returned to a healthy rosy color.

Only then did he take out the Storage Pouch he had obtained from Elder Zhao. After wiping away the faint residual Restriction on it, he probed inside with his Divine Sense.

There were quite a few items inside the pouch, a massive quantity of Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and even hundreds of Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. This wealth alone far exceeded the assets of an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

In addition, there were several jade bottles. Lin Feng's Divine Sense swept over them, and he could perceive the pure medicinal power they contained.

However, what made Lin Feng's gaze sharpen was a Magic Treasure about seven inches long, entirely dark purple, and shaped like a short awl.

Lin Feng carefully took the awl out and held it. It was cold to the touch, made of neither metal nor jade, and the dark purple body faintly flowed with a layer of ghostly light.

He carefully sensed it, and relying on his Divine Sense that far surpassed his peers, he realized that once this item was activated, its power would certainly be astonishing. It likely specialized in breaking through various protective spiritual lights and defensive Magic Treasures, making it a Sharp Weapon for sneak attacks and close combat.

No wonder Elder Zhao had been so arrogant earlier; he hadn't even had the chance to use this kind of Magic Treasure before falling victim to his own carelessness.

It's just... what exactly is the Four Seas Association plotting?

He took a deep breath and carefully put the items away.

After completing his recovery, Lin Feng removed the Restriction and walked out of the stone cave.

He rode the wine immortal gourd toward "Wanggui Reef," the nearest small Cultivator gathering place.

He needed to find out exactly what kind of storm he had been caught up in.