The dark blue slender figure briefly emerged within the violently churning waves.
Despite its fleeting appearance, the assembled Patriarchs could still sense the thick aura of an extramundane being, similar to that of the dark Water Buffalo.
Above the roaring waves, though the billows were tumultuous, for a moment, it seemed to fall silent.
Whether it was the jumpy White Clothed Child, the middle-aged Cultivator with a gentle face, the grey-clothed old Taoist who always wore a smile, or the woman in palace attire with a frosty expression.
All of them had extremely grave looks on their faces at this moment.
They had nearly exhausted themselves just now against a target that could not move, only to have finally dealt with it, and yet now another one appeared!
The four exchanged glances, their faces showing the ugliness of the situation.
