Mountains and forests near South Sea City.
The Elder Monk wore a white robe, holding Buddha Beads, with compassion and mercy in his eyes.
He stood in an open space in the forest, a breeze blew, yet couldn't lift the hem of his robe.
Because he was a ghost, the mortal wind couldn't affect him.
Suddenly, the Elder Monk's robe fluttered vigorously, as if rustling in the wind.
The ground suddenly formed a black magic circle, and an Undead Whale's head emerged halfway from the magic circle with a long wail.
A hand stretched out from the Undead Whale's mouth, violently tearing it apart.
Li Yang emerged from the Undead Whale's mouth and elegantly tidied his clothes.
The Elder Monk said:
"Master, actually you shouldn't inquire about the Hunters.
The matters concerning Hunters are too numerous and not for you to understand now."
Li Yang raised his eyes flickering with black flames and reached out to summon dark thunder, attacking the Elder Monk.
