「Three days passed in the blink of an eye.」
Amid the ravines of the undersea mountain range, the rippling, blood-red light had slowly begun to dim.
The churning waters of the Blood Pool were nearly exhausted. In its center, a massive, brownish-red cocoon had quietly formed. Billowing Evil Qi surged from it, transforming into illusions of various fanged and clawed abominations. They were so ferocious and terrifying it was as if the cocoon were gestating some monstrous, world-ending demon.
Wangcai was already on high alert, its beastly eyes locked on the giant cocoon in the Blood Pool. It carried an air of vigilance, ready to unleash a Thunderous Strike at the slightest unusual movement.
Chu Mu sat cross-legged on the seabed, his eyes closed. Faint surges of Magical Power rippled around him, seemingly completely unaffected by the billowing Evil Qi.
