I took a deep breath, channeling my spiritual energy to resist the crushing pressure.
I carefully placed Wan'er's long dress into my storage pouch, my gaze growing ever more resolute.
Feng Ling'er tightly grasped my hand; her fingers were rather cold, and I could feel her tension.
We exchanged a glance. Words were unnecessary between us; everything went unsaid, understood by both.
Following the traces left by the previous battle, we plunged deep into the sea.
The seawater was bone-chillingly cold, and the deeper we went, the more intense the foul stench and oppressive weight became.
Prime Minister Turtle's lair lay in the absolute depths of this Spirit Sea.
The surrounding seawater churned, and massive shadows swept past from time to time—lesser sea beasts cowed by Prime Minister Turtle's aura, swimming about in fear, not daring to approach the lair by even half a step.
I released the sea beast I had subdued earlier. Though colossal in size, it was trembling violently at this moment. At my command, it let out a reluctant, deafening roar toward the direction of the lair.
The lesser sea beasts around the lair grew even more panicked, scattering in all directions and clearing a path for Feng Ling'er and me.
I took Feng Ling'er by the hand, darting swiftly through the area and entering the outer perimeter of the lair.
Jagged rocks littered the place, and glowing coral and seaweed emitted a faint radiance everywhere. Bizarre sea beasts of all shapes and sizes shuttled a…
Chapter 128