NOVPUBThe sea dike.
Built in the seawater far from the coast.
The embankment is exceedingly high, leading straight to the sea bottom.
Like mighty walls, it isolates the outer sea areas from the sea within the embankment and the land.
Yet inside the dike, the water level is much lower than that of the outside world.
At this moment.
Figures are rising from the structure in the sea, shooting up from the ground.
Looking off into the distance.
Below the sea surface, huge dark shadows are whizzing past, heading towards the dike.
And accompanying these shadows is a series of increasingly fierce waves, roaring and rolling.
Coming from afar, they quickly seem to have the momentum to swallow the sky.
"Taoist Friend Fan, Taoist Friend Lang, the waves are fierce. I ask you two to lead others to continue reinforcing the dike!"
The sea wind is as sharp as knives, and the deafening sound of the tsunami echoes all around.
Among the cultivators, a slightly portly middle-aged cultivator with a somber face raises his voice and shouts.
Two individuals promptly step out from the crowd and bow with cupped hands:
"Following Taoist Brother Ge’s orders."
Having said this, the two immediately fly out from the crowd, shout a command, and instantly, Golden Core and Foundation Building cultivators rise from all around the dike.
They each perform hand seals and chant incantations.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the whole embankment is quickly covered in light, swiftly heightened, and widened.
The portly middle-aged cultivator nods slightly, then looks over the people beside him and says in a grave tone,
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is unnecessary for Ge to expound on the critical nature of this location. Should there be any negligence, and if the dike breaks and the sea pours in, the hard work everyone has put in over the past days will be ruined in an instant, and Hailing will be inundated! Please, I ask everyone to give your all and hold nothing back!"
"Don’t worry, Taoist Brother Ge!"
"Assuredly!"
Various voices concur.
The portly middle-aged cultivator no longer hesitates, and with a loud cry,
"Then, I ask you all to strike with me and decapitate the invading Demonic Beasts!"
With that, he takes the lead and flies out, his figure as nimble as the wind, leaving no trace.
At the same time.
The massive dark shadows beneath the sea’s surface finally reveal their true faces.
Green-shelled lobsters with knife-like arms, dozens of meters in size; red crabs with slender legs like spiders; clams with spikes on their backs reminiscent of a cat’s tongue; giant Blue Ring Octopuses with bodies ablaze, completely unfazed by the sea; and more strangely shaped Demonic Beasts...
The deluge has pushed these deep-sea Demonic Beasts that are almost never seen along the coast to this place.
Some of these beasts hadn’t emerged from the water before they started to twist, tear, and bite each other.
But even more beasts burst forth with eyes red as blood, causing waves upon waves as they instantly collide with the confronting cultivators...
The portly middle-aged man, however, moves with an agility that belies his appearance.
Easily leaving his peers behind, he is first to confront an onrushing beast, raising his hand to deliver a slash. A plain but highly-concentrated Wind Blade cleaves down!
In an instant, a Class IV Demonic Beast splits evenly into five segments...
Before the beast’s body even falls, the portly man has vanished with a flicker, reappearing behind another beast and delivering another slash.
Everywhere he passed, nearly all opposition was swept away.
In one breath, he had decapitated a full eight Class IV Demonic Beasts!
Yet the beasts hadn’t even managed to touch the hem of his clothing.
And only when he ceased, did dark clouds gather in the sky, and blood-rain began to fall.
Soon, the dismembered bodies of these beasts were contested over and devoured by other beasts below.
More creatures, stepping over the bodies of their kin, pounce towards the portly middle-aged cultivator.
However, the cultivator does not revel in battle; before the beasts surround him, he disappears on the spot, reappearing amidst the approaching cultivators.
"Well done! ’Ride the Wind Six Methods,’ truly lives up to its reputation!"
"Taoist Brother Ge has severely weakened the Evil Qi of these beasts, rest for a moment, and we shall take over!"
The cultivators cheer him on, bypassing the portly man and charging directly at the beasts.
The portly middle-aged cultivator hears this and does not insist, settling behind the group.
Though the Wind Method is powerful, it also consumes an astonishing amount of Wind Style Mana.
His seemingly light and easy effort in just a few moments has actually expended a great deal.
And considering the scarcity of Wind Style Spiritual Energy, even he begrudges the cost of replenishing it.
So, once he made a move, he started by decapitating the relatively dangerous beasts, leaving the rest to his peers to deal with.
He maximized his role to the fullest.
The other cultivators come from various sects and powers, including the Longevity Sect, Youxian Temple, the Qin Family, and others from the Jin region.
Even with diverse allegiances, they coordinated seamlessly.
Some trapped the beasts with spells, others cast wide-ranged offensive methods...
This is also thanks to the stable policy that Jin has always implemented since its establishment, which has fostered high levels of trust among Jin cultivators, enabling such results.
For a while, the cries of the beasts were incessant as dark clouds churned in the sky.
Following behind, the portly middle-aged cultivator’s heart slightly relaxes.
The offense of Demonic Beasts along the coast of Hailing Nation has not been rare in these years; he has encountered many such incidents during his tenure as Guardian, but very few of them have been as numerous as this time.
With an increase in numbers, the likelihood of the sea dike being damaged by the beasts soars dramatically.
And when one thread is pulled, it could lead to the collapse of the entire coastal defense line.
The disaster of seawater backflow that had just been resolved could happen again.
By then, the number of beasts following the floodwaters ashore could be astonishing.
"It’s a pity I couldn’t collect the bodies of these beasts to bring back to the Sect to refine into spirit food..."
