Above the sea, waves surged wildly, and a crescent moon hung like a hook, faintly appearing amid the dark clouds.
The Qingming Beast looked like a moving island, slowly rising up. Its body bore no Scale Armor, yet it exuded a hardness as impenetrable as celestial black iron—utterly impervious to blades or arrows.
Mist wound around its massive frame, as if the very essence of the Qingming Sea had converged atop the beast, radiating a power that could shake the heavens and earth. Any force daring to approach from the surrounding domain would be swept into shreds beneath its overwhelming might!
Facing this furious behemoth, two elders floated beneath the storm clouds, robes snapping in the tempest. Their eyes were steeled with resolve and gravity, gripping three-foot-long blades, sword edges icy cold, sword intent soaring sky-high.
Two waves of Soaring Sword Intent clashed head-on with the raging sea's might. For the moment, neither side could break the deadlock.
