30: Chapter 30 Little Li Dragon

"It has to be Lord Qinling, even this Clam Spirit is so well-behaved."

"Who's to say otherwise? Judging by its size, this Clam Spirit must have lived for a very long time!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk~"

The crew chatted among themselves while operating on the deck.

Soon, the fishing boat left the dock and headed out into the sea.

Qin Yin steered the helm according to the guidance Lord Qinling gave in her dream.

From time to time, she glanced at the huge sea clam huddled in the corner of the cabin with its shell tightly sealed.

Seeing that this Clam Spirit was indeed motionless, she only became more aware of Lord Qinling's unfathomable depth.

The Clam Spirit was so well-behaved not because it was afraid of the crew, but because it feared the small divine statue at the entrance of the cabin.

That small divine statue stood quietly in the designated niche, and its drooping eyelids were identical to the statue of Lord Qinling in the village.

The golden light from last night that almost split the top of its shell was casually waved out by this very entity.

Now, being so close to this small divine statue, the Clam Spirit felt that every fiber of its clam meat was trembling.

The boat sailed smoothly.

The fishing boat sailed a hundred miles away from the coast.

The Clam Spirit finally moved inside the cabin.

The seam of its shell barely cracked open a narrow gap, and that eye poked out, its voice tight.

"It's right around here, we can stop the boat."

Qin Yin made a gesture, the boat's speed plummeted, and the rigging slackened.

The hull swayed gently and moored on the nearly motionless sea surface.

The Clam Spirit took a deep breath, and then extended its tongue out from the clam shell.

This slippery and sticky tongue cautiously probed toward the small divine statue of Lord Qinling on the niche.

The tip of its tongue gently coiled around the base of the divine statue.

Then it stayed there and waited.

Until a light lit up between the eyebrows of this small divine statue, only then did the Clam Spirit feel as if it had received heavenly grace, tightening its tongue and gently drawing the divine statue into the seam of its shell.

It wasn't swallowing, but rather like making an offering, properly placing it on its soft inner membrane, side by side with that precious little pearl.

Afterward, it closed its clam shell and leaped up.

"Plop."

The hull swayed slightly, and the Clam Spirit submerged into the sea, leaving behind a ring of gradually dissipating ripples.

Qin Yin leaned against the gunwale, lowering her eyes to look at the expanding water ripples.

After reaching the corresponding sea area, the Clam Spirit began to dive.

Qin Ling's split-spirit perceived the surroundings through the outer shell of the Clam Spirit.

He could clearly sense an increasingly intense demonic aura!

The Clam Spirit was diving, faster and faster.

Its eyeball gradually revealed a terrified expression.

Another few dozen breaths passed.

The Clam Spirit stopped.

It hovered at the edge of an oceanic abyss.

This used to be the crater of an extinct volcano, and the lava cooled into rugged black reefs, outlining a depressed basin on the seabed.

The edge of the basin was steep as if carved by a knife, and below was an even more bottomless gloom, where gullies violently dug up in the basin and scraps of flesh floating in the seawater could be seen.

The Clam Spirit cautiously opened a shell seam.

The gaze of Qin Ling's split-spirit finally fell upon that dragon.

Little Li Dragon!

Even though its scales were dim and lusterless at the moment, peeling off in many places, revealing the festering and black-oozing flesh beneath;

Even though the horn on top of its head was broken by a section with jagged edges, ripped off raw by some unknown creature;

Even though its left front paw had been completely infected by the evil qi, where the scales fell off, the wound was like charred rotten flesh, constantly oozing viscous black liquid.

It was still a dragon.

It was dozens of zhang in body length, truly a cub among the dragon species, but already exuding dragon might in its movements.

At this moment, it was frantically biting and tearing at something, the muffled sound of sharp teeth cutting into a carapace transmitted through the seawater, accompanied by a painful, irrational roar.

What Little Li Dragon was tearing at was an Ao demon.

This Ao demon had a carapace as thick and heavy as profound iron, and a pair of pincers even larger than a fishing boat.

But at this moment, it was using this pair of pincers to desperately block the sharp teeth of the Li Dragon, and countless cracks had already been bitten into the pincer bodies.

Its hind limbs desperately dug into the sea sand, trying to hide in the crevices of the reef.

Facing the Ao demon trying to escape, Little Li Dragon, which had long lost its reason, naturally would not allow it, biting onto the opponent relentlessly.

It had been tortured by the evil qi for too long.

This evil qi spread in its bloodlines like bone-attaching maggots, scorching its internal organs and gnawing at its consciousness.

It was in pain, in such agony that it just wanted to tear apart everything that could be torn apart.

The Ao demon's carapace let out a tragic cry on the verge of shattering, and it kept trying to escape.

"This Ao demon is a Third-Turn realm monster, right?"

Qin Ling said to the Clam Spirit.

"Yes, this Clam Spirit is at the late Third-Turn strength."

Just at this moment, whether Little Li Dragon's offensive experienced a momentary sluggishness or the Ao demon seized a fleeting gap,

the Ao demon abruptly shoved one pincer into the dragon's mouth. Amidst the harsh sound of sharp teeth biting through the carapace, its other pincer fiercely propped against the reef.

Half of its carapace was torn off by the dragon's claw, but utilizing this recoil force, it shot out toward the outside of the oceanic abyss like a cannonball leaving its chamber.

Little Li Dragon did not pursue.

Holding that broken pincer in its mouth, it hovered in place, a roar coming from its throat that was indistinguishable whether it was anger or pain.

Evil qi continuously oozed from its festering wounds, dispersing into strands of writhing black silk in the cold seawater.

Qin Ling's split-spirit silently watched all of this.

The Ao demon with late Third-Turn strength just now actually managed to escape from Little Li Dragon's mouth like this?

At this moment, he finally believed that what the Clam Spirit said earlier was true.

After being polluted by the evil qi, Little Li Dragon's strength had indeed dropped significantly, and judging by its performance, it did not have Fourth-Turn strength.

If this Little Li Dragon did not have Fourth-Turn strength, then perhaps there was still a turning point for everything.

At this time, the Clam Spirit was trembling beside Qin Ling, the seam of its shell almost instinctively closing completely.

If it weren't for the fact that Lord Qinling wanted to come, it wouldn't dare come looking for this Little Li Dragon even if it were given several guts.

After the Ao demon ran far away, Little Li Dragon finally let go of the broken pincer in its mouth.

That severed limb slowly sank, falling into the oceanic abyss.

After letting out a few painful low roars, it turned around and swam slowly toward the west.

Evil qi burned in its bloodline, wounds festered in the seawater, and Little Li Dragon's swimming speed was not fast.

However, seeing this scene, Qin Ling still frowned.

Judging by Little Li Dragon's current movement trajectory, it was really possible for it to reach the shore.

By then, more than a dozen villages along the shore, including Qin Family Village, would likely suffer.

Seeing Little Li Dragon swim away to the west, Qin Ling withdrew his gaze.

"Let's go back."

Qin Ling's split-spirit returned into the small divine statue held within the Clam Spirit's shell.

Feeling as if granted a great amnesty, the Clam Spirit hastily closed the seam of its shell, protecting the small divine statue and frantically floating up toward the sea surface.

Coming here, Qin Ling had already seen what he wanted to see.

There was good news, and there was bad news.

The good news was that Little Li Dragon indeed lacked Fourth-Turn strength, just as the Clam Spirit had said.

But the bad news was that according to Little Li Dragon's movement trajectory, it really might reach the coast!

Qin Ling's split-spirit, located inside the small divine statue, rubbed his chin.

It seemed he really had to prepare himself to deal with Little Li Dragon.