Chapter 233: Meeting Again

"Whoosh!"

The Hunter Missile, like a giant Flying Sword, streaked through the air at a speed faster than a Nine-Tier Cultivator, accurately striking the invading enemy.

"Boom!"

The exploding Spirit Power seemed capable of tearing everything apart.

The Hunter Aircraft shuttled through the high altitude, relying on its advantage of high altitude and high speed to maintain a distance difficult for the opponent to attack, firing missiles in succession, then slightly lowering its altitude, spinning out its cannon, and locking onto one of the figures below.

A few seconds later, a golden light shot out abruptly.

"Boom!"

The golden light struck the figure.

The weapon, developed through Buddhist Sect Spells, demonstrated power on this Hunter Aircraft no less than the attack of a Seven-Tier Cultivator, yet it only managed to shatter the clothes on this figure.

The opponent completely ignored it.

The wind and waves on the sea grew larger and larger, gradually forming giant waves hundreds of meters high, pitch-black and oppressive, giving people an intense feeling of suffocation.

The storm had arrived.

The warship was snow-white all over, its entire hull glowing with light, and a transparent Spiritual Energy Shield enveloped the ship, yet it was already teetering under the opponent's attack.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The ship's cannons fired at high frequency.

Two Spirit Power Secondary Cannons also attacked with full force; among the shells fired, the glowing parts alone formed a straight line, and the light from the explosions upon hitting the targets remained undying in the air.

Colonel Song engaged a Seven-Tier Cultivator, and under the cover of the warship's firepower, he soon gained the upper hand.

However, it was still to no avail.

That Eight-Tier Practitioner of the Ming Sect system was too strong; they were no match for him.

Colonel Song made a prompt decision, quickly disengaged from the battle, and turned to look back.

At this moment, the giant wave had already reached the warship—

Under such great power, the warship appeared so tiny; it was first lifted by the arc of the giant wave's edge, tilting involuntarily, the crest of the wave even blocking out the sky, leaving the area under the wave in darkness, and in that darkness, the light emitted by the warship itself appeared even more dazzling.

Colonel Song did not hesitate and quickly rushed toward the warship.

Almost simultaneously, the crest of the wave slowly rolled over and crashed down.

Not far away, the Eight-Tier Martial Cultivator also pushed his Spirit Power to the limit; he reached out with one hand, fingers spread, and caught a shell directly.

The dense, mysterious Runes engraved on the shell gradually dimmed, but they failed to break his Indestructible True Body, only exploding with a boom in his hand, turning into a blinding, violent white light—the power of the Spirit Cultivator system. Yet he did not even frown, his figure quickly diving, rushing toward the warship along with the giant wave.

The giant wave smashed into the warship, as if possessing the force of ten thousand jun, firm and unstoppable, intending to bury the warship.

The Martial Cultivator, his whole body crimson, flew toward the warship.

Both sides arrived almost at the same time.

"Boom!"

The Spiritual Energy Shield shattered.

A huge hole was also torn in the warship, the broken edges of the large hole looking as if they had been melted, and many Rune mechanisms gradually dimmed.

Another wave of giant waves crashed down.

The figure stood in mid-air, his expression calm; he watched the sailors escaping from the warship, watched Colonel Song, who had been knocked away by the shockwave and plunged back into the sea, and watched the strange beasts of the sea that had come to the rescue because humans were drowning, as well as the sharks that had come upon smelling blood. He had no intention of killing them all, and after a moment of silence, he looked up again at the Hunter Aircraft still whistling overhead, said nothing, and decisively turned to leave.

The others followed him away.

The warship sank.

Battle duration: four minutes.

The personnel on the ship actually did not suffer much damage, at most sustaining minor injuries under the impact of the giant wave and the Martial Cultivator, with only a few being caught in the aftermath, and sailors in the cultivation world could never be drowned by the sea.

Chen Shu's cabin happened to be not far from where the Eight-Tier Martial Cultivator pierced the warship, and this Martial Cultivator passed almost right by him.

The gap between the Fifth Stage and the Eighth Stage was too great; if it had been any other Fifth Stage, perhaps half their life would have been lost in an instant.

Fortunately, Chen Shu had already prepared defenses, which allowed him to withstand this strike. Immediately, fearing the opponent might attack again, he pulled the nearby Qingqing over, cast relevant Spells on himself and Qingqing, and decisively jumped into the sea along the hole the Martial Cultivator had punched, using the Spirit Repulsion Force to sink rapidly, getting as far away from the warship as possible.

The feeling of being surrounded by water was very strange; the seawater was cold, sounds became muffled, and vision was given a filter.

The two looked at each other and then looked up toward the surface.

The sea surface was still heaving violently, the sky was pale blue, light took on shapes amidst the swaying seawater, a warship was slowly sinking, and the broken hull drifted down in pieces.

Many people were swimming on the sea surface, also moving away from the warship.

Military Spirit Crystals would not explode, but some weapon missiles could potentially be activated; the power of these weapons far exceeded that of ordinary Spirit Crystal explosions.

Strange beasts from the ocean kept arriving; those with low intelligence lifted these people up, while those with high intelligence took them to a distance.

Chen Shu kept his eyes open, breathing steadily, holding Qingqing tightly beside him; Qingqing's body felt exceptionally curvaceous in the water, soft and so comfortable. The two looked at each other, feeling that this distance was safe enough, so they stopped in the water and remained still.

The light had become extremely dim.

Fish were swimming around them.

"Boom!"

The sea surface overhead was still ravaged by giant waves, and every wave that crashed down carried an unbearable, massive force. Seeing this, many sailors also chose to submerge; even sailors who were not Cultivators often activated the special Runes on their bodies and dived underwater to avoid the storm.

In the dim seabed, two huge figures emerged, slowly approaching the two, and once again looked at them.

Chen Shu did not act rashly.

After observing him for a few seconds, the dragon-whales opened their huge mouths in the darkness.

"Pop~"

A bubble was spat out, wrapping the two inside it.

Then, the two of them looked up at the warship above and that terrifying Eight-Tier Cultivator, carried this bubble with their Spirit Power, twisted their bodies, and quickly left this place.

"Eh?"

Chen Shu was stunned for a moment.

Yet this bubble seemed unusually tough; as the two dragon whales picked up speed, it showed no signs of breaking.

The two of them gradually moved away from the Battlefield.

In truth, Chen Shu felt it was completely unnecessary, because the other party's essence was to "besiege Wei to rescue Zhao," forcing the military to divert forces here for rescue; killing everyone would be of no benefit to him, so staying here was not actually very dangerous.

But on second thought, it was a kind gesture, and staying further away could never be wrong.

Chen Shu then quieted down.

At this moment inside the bubble, he had already let go of Qingqing, but he still gripped her hand tightly, subconsciously using so much force that his hand had even turned white, yet Qingqing showed no sign or reaction to this, letting him hold it, only looking down at the Crystal pendant exposed on his neck.

A few minutes passed.

Chen Shu gradually sensed something was wrong—

Why hadn't these dragon whales stopped yet?

"The two of you?"

Chen Shu tried shouting.

One of the dragon whales glanced at him, and while swimming, opened its massive mouth again to spit out another bubble.

Great! The bubble had become even larger!

It was now even harder to get close to Qingqing!

The dragon whales were still advancing rapidly, their speed even exceeding the maximum speed of a Frigate.

Chen Shu was full of question marks as he looked at Qingqing.

He saw Ning Qing purse her lips, her tone indifferent: "Don't you like watching short videos about beachcombing and desert island survival?"

"Where are they taking us?"

"A desert island."

"What desert island?"

"An unknown desert island."

"Why is it taking us there?"

"I don't know; there is a layer of mist, and everything related to it is something I cannot glimpse."

"What kind of mist?"

"I don't know."

"But you could avoid it."

"What was that saying from Shengzu?" Ning Qing held her book and looked at him quietly.

"When the old man lost his horse, who could say it wasn't a blessing?"

"See, you clearly understand."

"But..."

"Do not be too demanding of me."

Ning Qing paused for a moment, no fluctuations visible in her eyes: "I know people will be injured, and people will die, but the trajectory of how things operate cannot be changed at will. This matter has too great an impact, unlike those trivial things in daily life; if its occurrence were avoided, the World Prediction Line would be chaotic for the next year, and all Secret Sect Practitioners, Buddhist Practitioners, and Heavenly Human System Cultivators across the world would be unable to obtain any revelations from the World Prediction Line, and we would lose even more."

"I see..."