Chapter 447: Deep-Sea Overlord

Suddenly, Chen Mu sensed a qi signature approaching.

Immediately, he pulled out an invisibility card, activated it onto himself, then darted to a shadowed corner, suppressing his qi and hiding.

Zwoosh! Zwoosh!

The sound of tearing air came.

Two figures descended from the sky, one behind the other.

It was Elder Han and Elder Wan.

Both looked disheveled, clothes torn, their qi fluctuating.

When they saw the scene inside the cave—especially the dark-golden light orb above the pool and the colossal beast coiled there—their pupils shrank sharply, faces revealing unmistakable shock and greed.

"That… is the inheritance core!?"

Elder Han gasped, eyes locked on the dark-golden light orb.

"And an ancient dragon descendant? No—it's the 'Fuhai Qiu'! The legendary deep-sea overlord, an ancient beast possessing partial true dragon blood!"

Elder Wan's voice trembled, whether from excitement or fear, as he stared fixedly at the colossal beast.

Zwoosh~

The sound of tearing space came.

Elder Mo arrived as well; the three Tiangong realm experts formed a triangle, facing off against the ancient beast.

Chen Mu hid in the corner's shadow, his qi nearly nonexistent.

"Elder Mo, you've finally arrived."

Elder Han, seeing Elder Mo with the metal case on his back, relaxed slightly, "This is the ancient beast 'Fuhai Qiu'—its ferocity is overwhelming, impossible to defeat by force alone. We three must unite, or we have not a single chance of victory."

Elder Wan sneered, "True. This beast's scales are tough, its strength terrifying, and it excels at controlling this place's water yuan. Alone, none of us stands a chance. But if we combine forces, strike its vital points, we may yet slay it! Then, the inheritance treasures—each for himself!"

His eyes burned with greater greed, as if he already craved the Fuhai Qiu's flesh, sinews, and bones.

Elder Mo's wax-yellow face was solemn; he swiftly checked several detection devices in his hand and said gravely, "This beast's qi is as deep as the ocean—certainly mid-Tiangong realm, possibly even touching a higher level. The deep pool it occupies is where this region's water veins and spatial nodes converge—immense energy, its absolute home ground. Direct confrontation is not wise."

"What is Elder Mo's suggestion?" Elder Han asked.

Elder Mo paused, then a flash of resolve crossed his eyes, "Our only option now is to take a desperate risk! I have a method to temporarily disrupt the spatial structure above and part of the terrestrial water veins, weakening its home ground advantage and creating brief energy chaos."

"But it requires time to prepare, and cannot be disturbed. During this time, you two must fully restrain the beast, draw its attention, and give me at least thirty breaths!"

Elder Han and Elder Wan exchanged glances, each seeing calculation in the other's eyes.

Letting Elder Mo cast his spell would increase their chances—but also meant he might gain the upper hand in the subsequent division.

Yet, faced with the Fuhai Qiu's terrifying pressure, there seemed no better choice.

"Fine. We follow Elder Mo's plan."

Elder Han gritted his teeth, "Wan and I will strike with everything we have to buy you time—but Elder Mo, you must prioritize the greater good!"

"I understand."

Elder Mo nodded, said no more, swiftly opened the metal case on his back, took out several strange devices engraved with intricate patterns, and began rapidly arranging them around the pool's perimeter, his hands weaving rapid spell seals, lips murmuring incantations.

A strange disturbance, warping space and terrestrial veins, began to subtly spread.

The Fuhai Qiu sensed the anomaly; its golden vertical pupils coldly swept toward the busy Elder Mo, its body shifting slightly, the pool water stirring without wind.

"Attack!"

Elder Han roared, striking first.

He summoned a brilliant silver flying sword, slender and etched with cloud patterns—a top-grade Xuan weapon named "Chuanyun Sword."

The sword became a silver streak, tearing through air, stabbing straight for the Fuhai Qiu's left golden vertical pupil!

Simultaneously, he unleashed the Sancai Pojin Pearl; three-colored light interwove into a three-colored light prison, engulfing the beast's head to restrict its movement.

Elder Wan sneered, activated his secret technique; purple-black toxic qi boiled around him, coalescing into three massive toxic blades dripping with corrosive fluid, forming a triangular formation to slash at the Fuhai Qiu's neck, chest, and belly—where its scales were thinner!

He knew ordinary attacks couldn't pierce its defense, so he pushed his toxic arts to their peak, focusing solely on eroding scales and rotting flesh.

The Fuhai Qiu was utterly enraged by their attacks!

It let out a low roar, its massive head snapping sideways—no dodge, no retreat—slamming its thickly scaled forehead directly into Elder Han's Chuanyun Sword!

Clang—

Sparks flew.

The Chuanyun Sword struck the scales with a deafening metallic clang, leaving only a faint white mark before being blasted back by immense force; Elder Han, mentally linked to the sword, turned pale.

At the same time, the Fuhai Qiu opened its jaws and spat a condensed stream of ghostly-blue icy breath toward Elder Wan's three toxic blades.

Sssss!

The icy breath met the toxic blades, triggering violent energy annihilation.

The toxic qi froze and eroded rapidly; the three blades shrank and dimmed visibly.

Elder Wan grunted, clearly drained.

But their attacks weren't useless—they successfully drew the Fuhai Qiu's full attention.

It swatted aside the lingering traces of the three-colored prison, lashed its tail to hurl a massive wave at Elder Han, and kept spewing icy breath to suppress Elder Wan.

For a moment, waves surged violently, energy clashed, and thunderous roars never ceased.

Elder Mo seized the chance to accelerate his array setup.

Sweat beaded on his brow—he clearly exerted immense mental effort controlling these space- and vein-disturbing devices.

One by one, the devices activated, embedded into precise positions; invisible energy threads linked together, gradually forming a peculiar field that half-encircled the pool and the space above it.

Chen Mu, hidden in the distant shadow, observed everything calmly.

He could feel Elder Mo's array slowly altering the "density" of space and the flow of water yuan in the area—like driving discordant "wedges" into the Fuhai Qiu's home ground.

This was indeed a brilliant strategy.

At the same time, Chen Mu noticed that as the battle continued, the Fuhai Qiu's qi remained immense, yet it had lost a fraction of its initial calm detachment, gaining instead a simmering rage at being provoked by mere insects.

The attacks grew even more fierce, but correspondingly, the defense seemed to reveal a tiny, anger-based lapse.

"Now is the time!"

Elder Mo suddenly roared, slamming both hands downward with force.

Hum—

From the deep pool as the center, the space within hundreds of zhang erupted in a violent tremor.

On the ground, all the devices Elder Mo had laid out simultaneously blazed with blinding light; countless patterns surged skyward, intertwining into an impossibly complex three-dimensional array diagram!

The instant the array formed, the glow of the luminescent ore on the cave ceiling grew chaotic, the rocks beneath groaned under unbearable strain, and the water in the deep pool boiled violently and reversed its flow.

A field of chaos, inversion, and repulsion abruptly formed!