Peerless War God

Circles of blue light swirled around his body as the long spear in his hand crazily danced. It was like a spinning windmill, constantly sweeping away the terrifying tentacles.    

Just from this point, it could be seen that although they were both in the Saint Ruler realm, Mohai's strength was far above that of the other two experts from the Wyrm Tribe.    

Facing the continuous attacks of the giant sea monster, which were like a violent storm of tentacles, he was still able to barely block them. This showed just how powerful he was.    

"Damn, there are too many tentacles."    

Mo Hai gritted his teeth, forcefully suppressing the blood that was about to spurt out from his throat and tried his best to resist.    

If it was only a few tentacles attacking him, it would be too easy for him to deal with them.    

However, when the number of tentacles reached a certain amount, it would cause a qualitative change. With the continuous attacks, the power would increase by quite a few levels.    

Faced with the tentacles coming from all directions, Mohai began to struggle more and more. His body's strength was being rapidly consumed, but he was not able to recover in time.    

Compared to him, just looking at its body was enough to tell how terrifying its blood was and how much energy was stored within its body.    

In terms of physical strength, Mohai was completely confident that he would absolutely surpass this gigantic sea monster.    

However, in terms of quantity, even if a hundred Moha-type monsters were to be added together, they might not necessarily be comparable to this terrifying colossus.    

"If this continues for another ten breaths of time, I'll definitely die."    

In an instant, Mo Hai made the most accurate judgment.    

He didn't have much time left, and there were only two choices left.    

Either die, or risk half of their lives to escape.    

He definitely didn't want to die.    

According to Mo Hai's original plan, with the addition of the two Saint realm experts, even if they couldn't stop the tentacles, the three of them together wouldn't be much of a problem to escape from.    

However, he had underestimated the strength of this gigantic sea monster.    

After all, even as a cultivator of the sea race, there were very few opportunities for them to fight against such a colossal creature.    

There weren't many mana fluctuations that a cultivator was familiar with on this enormous sea monster.    

Most of the blood energy was madly surging, which meant that it was relying solely on the strength of the body.    

Just by relying on his formidable physical strength, he was able to instantly kill a Saint realm expert. This kind of combat strength was simply too rare.    

The death of the two Sage realm experts from the Mojito Clan and the serious injuries they had sustained from their deaths had disrupted Mohai's original plan.    

By this time, he had already fallen into the attacking range of the tentacles. If he wanted to escape, it would be too late.    

Mo Hai clenched his teeth, thinking to himself, looks like I can only risk half of my life and use a secret technique to forcefully escape.    

However, he was still a bit unwilling.    

Just at that moment, in fact, all of this happened in an instant. Amidst the hideous expression of the gigantic sea monster, over a thousand black tentacles retracted back. They gathered their strength and attacked again, crazily smashing towards Mo Hai.    

"Three Ancestor, if you all still do not act, I will truly die here."    

Mo Hai, who was in a desperate situation, shouted with a deep voice.    

In the next moment, the terrifying tentacle attack descended on the top of his head, but it was blocked by a thin layer of blue light.    

This blue screen of light looked extremely fragile. It was as thin as paper, as if it could be broken with a simple poke of a finger.    

However, even though it looked like it couldn't withstand a single blow, it still managed to block the entire attack of this gigantic sea monster.    

The black tentacles danced crazily, as if they were twitching. They left afterimages as they continuously attacked the light barrier.    

However, no matter how hard the black tentacles tried, they were unable to break the light barrier.    

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mohai immediately turned around and ran, his figure flashed and flew away from the island.    

As for the light screen, after being continuously hit for a few rounds, it finally couldn't take it anymore and shattered.    

From afar, Chen Xiao, who was floating in the air and watching, had a cold expression on his face when he saw this scene.    

"As expected, this island is so important. The hidden secrets are so deep, so how could there be no backup?"    

He thought to himself.    

As far as the Mojiao clan was concerned, even though there were no small number of casualties and many Emperor level elite soldiers had died, they didn't care.    

He was merely an Emperor of the Dao; he was far inferior to the Illustrious Saint Realm.    

In fact, from a certain sense, the mission of guarding Angry Claw Island was also considered by many of the Mojiao Clan as a dangerous and dangerous task. It was also a way to hone their skills.    

In this fierce battle with the sea monster, only the ones who could survive in the end would have more potential, and would also have more value to be groomed.    

Therefore, these few true experts of the Flood Dragon Clan, who had been hiding deep inside the mine all this time, didn't even have the slightest intention of taking action.    

Yet now he actually made a move. From this, it could be seen that Mohai's status within the Mojiao clan was extremely high.    

Moreover, it was a Sage Proclamation expert. Every time one was lost, it would be a huge blow to the Flood Dragon Clan. This was why they were able to save Mohai.    

Mo Hai took the opportunity to escape. The gigantic sea monster did not chase after him and it could not catch up.    

Just as the blue screen was about to collapse, there was a loud bang and three terrifying figures drilled out from the ground, landing at the entrance of the mine.    

These three terrifying figures were from the Wyrm Tribe. Their bodies were over a hundred feet tall, and they had an obviously aged look on their faces.    

One must know that for a powerful cultivator, living for thousands or even tens of thousands of years was not difficult at all.    

It was very difficult to see old age in a strong cultivator, especially one at the level of the Saint Ruler.    

Unless its true lifespan was too long, and the decay and aging of its body began to appear, it would be impossible to make up for it with magic power or external items.    

Without exception, the blood vitality of these three Flood Dragon Clan Patriarchs had already begun to decline. It was as if their entire bodies had been drained of all of their essence energy, leaving only a single shell outside to forcefully support themselves.    

Originally, when a cultivator like this reached the end of his lifespan, the best outcome would be his soul being reincarnated.    

Only in this way would there be a bit of hope for the next life. As for those cultivators who had been killed and lost their souls, they would be completely annihilated.    

However, it was clear that these three Flood Dragon Clan Patriarchs hadn't chosen this path. Instead, they had used the mysterious blood-red crystal found on the island of Angry Claw.    

Currently, the three grand elders of the Flood Dragon Clan were in an incomparably strange state. Although most of the blood in their bodies had already decayed, only a shell remained.    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]