In the pitch-black hold beneath the ship, with his lungs now filled with oxygen, Li Huowang no longer had any weaknesses.
The fate of the Eight Immortals in the seawater was a foregone conclusion. Soon, wood fragments, both black and yellow, littered the water all around Li Huowang. No matter how they struggled, they were now completely immobile.
Once the Eight Immortals were dealt with, the black tentacles sprouting from Li Huowang's limbs whipped rapidly, propelling him toward the surface.
Climbing back onto the deck and gasping for breath, Li Huowang decided to go on the offensive. Since the enemy already knew he was coming, sneak attacks were pointless. Besides, they were both Heart Pans of a Fate Commander; even in a head-on clash, he wouldn't necessarily lose!
SHING! A rift tore through the air and struck the bronze Giant Cauldron holding three tall, burning incense sticks. The offering cauldron split open, spilling Incense Ash all over the deck.
