"The Nascent Soul came at the seventh wave?"
Song He swallowed hard, staring at the Whale Dark Spirit slowly writhing from the depths of the dark tide, massive like a small mountain.
Its body was covered with countless blinking eyeballs.
Each eyeball spit out black tidal water.
In front of it, the array of Spirit Plants boasted by the cultivators of Spiritual Leaf Sect seemed like toys—after all, they were created by Foundation Establishment cultivators. If Golden Core cultivators were to set them up, then even a Nascent Soul entity without intelligence would merely be delivering itself to the slaughter.
He didn't hesitate to control the array.
It was time to make a move.
This time, within the array, several jade pieces began to draw upon the power of the Lumen Flowers, which had been filling up for a long time.
"Boom!"
The first to fire was still a beam of light.
