The confrontation between the black-faced Daoist and the three dragon whales had reached its final stage. After persistent attrition, he finally gained the upper hand. The final dragon whale, exhausted to the core, let out an unwilling cry before being heavily forced under the water.
By this point, the black-faced Daoist was panting like an ox, sweat pouring like a stream. Hoarsely, he shouted, "Seal and bind!"
The powerful warriors hurriedly pulled up the winches. Amid the grinding sound of chains, the three dragon whales were once again restrained, no longer exhibiting their former might.
The black-faced Daoist breathed a sigh of relief and attempted to rise. However, the moment he exerted strength, his limbs felt weak, and his balance wavered. He knew it was due to overexhaustion of his Dharma Essence and quickly sat back down to operate his breathing techniques. After a few adjustments, he felt a slight recovery in his vigor and wobbled to his feet.
