The several overseas cultivators in dire straits actively sent out distress signals to Huang Xiaolong. Clumsily, they brandished their weapons, unleashing flashes of blade and sword light, while simultaneously throwing out various talismans.
Each of the diverse talismans transformed into different forms, some into azure fires, others into defensive shields, some into Wind Blades, and yet others into ice spikes...
Even so, all they did was slow down the pace at which the three sea snakes were about to devour them.
The scales of the sea snakes were as solid as fortified walls, impenetrable to attack; from the snakes' mouths, bursts of demonic power shockwaves akin to bombs occasionally erupted.
"Are you kidding me? These three sea snakes haven't even cultivated to the point where they can transform into a human shape, so why is their demonic power stronger than mine? This is infuriating," Qingqing grumbled indignantly.
