"What is this thing?"
Long Chen felt his hair standing on end, but from the terrified expressions on Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue's faces, he knew this must be the deep-sea evil spirit they feared most.
Moreover, these deep-sea evil spirits numbered in the thousands. As they approached, it was clear that they resembled humans but had frog-like long legs, smooth heads covered in black markings.
The evil spirits were over ten zhang tall, incomparable to those sea monsters as small as small mountains, but their aura was vicious yet tinged with bloodlust. They held bone forks, slowly approaching like a dying, struggling prey.
Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue were instantly anxious. These evil spirits possessed terrifying powers and specialized in restraining their divine power. Even they dared not venture deep into the Ink Sea.
At this moment, the Ink Sea barrier was formed. They had to consume a large amount of primordial divine power to break it, but that required immense strength and time to charge. Yet these evil spirits charged at them in an instant, giving them no chance at all.
"Buzz!"
At that moment, a cold wind blew by, and the previously smooth sea surface began to ripple. Immediately after, a strange creaking sound appeared, and in the distant dark world, a broken large ship slowly drifted over.
The hull of the large ship had already decayed, and the canvas on the mast was reduced to tattered strips of cloth, swaying in the breeze, occasionally creaking as if telling of a sorrowful past.
"Ghost Ship" —
Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue were shocked. After all their time in the Underworld, this was the first time they had seen a ghost ship.
The ghost ship moved slowly, heading straight for Long Chen. Long Chen was overjoyed; perhaps he could use the ghost ship's power to climb out, because Long Chen saw the ship dragging a long chain.
But what Long Chen didn't expect was that when the ghost ship arrived, the beasts scattered in all directions, but the evil spirits didn't seem afraid of the ship and still slowly approached Long Chen.
"All of you, get lost!"
Long Chen was both shocked and furious. He cursed and charged straight toward the ghost ship—it was his lifeline.
What Long Chen didn't expect was that after he shouted, these evil spirits vanished in an instant, not a single one visible, as if they had never appeared.
Long Chen didn't know if they were reacting too slowly or if they were truly scared off by his overlord aura. This place was not suitable to linger, so he desperately charged toward the ghost ship.
Just as Long Chen approached the ghost ship, it suddenly trembled, and then, under Long Chen's horrified gaze, slowly disintegrated. It seemed some force had severed its last breath, and the hull poured down like a pile of mush.
"Not that unlucky, is it?" Long Chen was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead as he cursed loudly, "Isn't the ghost ship meant to last forever?" Could it really be unlucky too?
"Pfft"
Long Chen had just cursed loudly when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his chest. Something unknown passed through his chest and out from behind, blood staining the seawater red.
"Long Chen!"
Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue exclaimed. Everything happened so suddenly, and the attack was too strange.
Long Chen's body was in unbearable pain, with destructive power attached to his wounds, nearly causing his body to collapse.
At this moment, Long Chen was at full firepower, empowered by dragon scales, and his physical body had reached its peak.
But in this state, the attack was like a sharp blade cutting through a piece of paper, piercing through his body.
What terrified Long Chen the most was that he didn't sense anything at all, as if he had been accidentally bumped into something.
Long Chen's wound was wrapped in terrifying destructive power, eroding his life. Without needing his own guidance, the chaotic space seemed to sense the threat of death. Life force was being unleashed wildly, and the lush Jianmu Divine Tree began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It should be noted that at this moment, the Jianmu Divine Tree possessed terrifying vitality, almost inexhaustible, but after being inexplicably injured, its vitality was rapidly being depleted.
Long Chen looked behind him and saw something stained with his blood, slowly drifting away.
"Come back!"
Long Chen gritted his teeth and reached out to grab it. The object looked only palm-sized, but when he tried to grab it, his palm hurt excruciatingly, and three fingers were severed by it.
After his finger was severed, Long Chen sensed it was a piece over three inches long, similar to the tip of a broken sword. When his finger touched the sharp part, it was immediately severed.
Long Chen was both shocked and furious. It was a black sword tip, matching the color of the seawater, as if merging into it, yet without a trace of aura—completely undetectable. If it hadn't been stained with Long Chen's blood, he wouldn't have been able to find it at all.
Long Chen had never seen anything so terrifying. He tried to tease it with the serrated long knife given to him by Leng Yueyan, but as soon as he touched it, the serrated blade cut a hole in it.
This was a divine weapon, but before the tip of that sword, it was still like a piece of paper.
Long Chen chased after the sword tip and finally found an opportunity. He pinched the blade with precision. The moment he got it, he was overjoyed and dashed toward the water's surface.
When he encountered the barrier, Long Chen lightly slashed with the tip of his sword. The barrier he had previously struggled to break through was instantly torn open, and Long Chen easily escaped the sea.
"Long Chen!"
Long Chen rushed out on his own. Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue wept tears of joy. Even proud gods felt helpless at this moment. Just now, they truly thought Long Chen was dying. For the first time in their lives, they felt what fear truly was.
Long Chen's face was as pale as paper, and the wound on his chest had not yet healed. Although it no longer worsened, there was still a bloody hole, making him feel very uncomfortable.
Looking at the chaotic space, all vegetation had already withered, including the demon-eyed water lily. To heal him, the chaotic space instantly drained all its power, barely saving his life.
Long Chen quickly placed the pitch-black sword tip into the chaotic space and said to the two,
"This place is not suitable for lingering. Help me collect these sea monster corpses—I have a great deal."
At this moment, Long Chen was extremely weak. The sword tip had cut him once, as if he had been completely drained. He didn't even have the strength to stand, and simply had no strength left to collect the corpses.
Ming Cangyue immediately ordered his men to collect all the corpses, clean up the battlefield, and leave at once.
Long Chen could no longer hold on and, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep in Ming Cangyue's arms. He didn't know how long he had slept, but he woke up suddenly to find himself inside a palace.
Seeing Ming Cangyue and Leng Yueyan right beside him, Long Chen finally let out a long sigh of relief: "I forgot to tell you before, don't go back right away. I'm afraid those evil spirits will chase us." Ming
Cangyue gently stroked Long Chen's cheek with her jade-like hand and said softly, "You fool, once we've condensed a new Divine Dao core here, we can directly establish teleportation. Why bother crossing the Ink Sea again?" Long
Chen slapped his forehead, realizing he had forgotten about it. He checked the wound on his chest; it had healed, but there was still a net-like black pattern on it, like a swarm of centipedes crawling, clearly not fully healed.
"Long Chen, what exactly is it that hurts you?" Ming Cangyue couldn't help but ask.
Only then did Long Chen carefully take out the pitch-black sword tip.