Chapter 557: Sea Race Pursuit

this mean the execution demon has nine Dao Spirits!Even today, I would need three more of myself!Just now, an idea I thought was impossible is right here in front of me.Moreover, this is just one swo...The Shan Hai Realm, dark clouds billow and torrential rain pours down, completely shrouding the entire world.

This kind of heavy rain is not normal rainfall. It's the result of the sea levels rising constantly over the years, and the constant collision with Wushan Island. This creates a thick fog that drifts into the sky, condenses into clouds, and then falls as rain!

The heavy rain had been falling for far too long, so long that almost all creatures had almost forgotten the appearance of a sunny day, forgetting the sun and the moon.

Above a dense forest near the sea in Dongshan Prefecture, a group of people dashed through the rain curtain at high speed.

This group numbered over ten, with both men and women, old and young. Most of them possessed the cultivation level of the Fu Di realm. Every face, plastered with rainwater, wore a look of panic as they frantically flew forward without looking back.

Because behind them, there were nearly thirty sea creatures chasing after them.

With the alliance of the three major forces, the Hai Clan is no longer just a group that exists only in the Sea Realm.

Especially within the Dongshan and Beishan prefectures, while one might not say that the Hai Clan are everywhere, their presence is certainly significant.

Wherever there are sea races, it means killing and death.

The Hai tribe, for creatures on land, especially humans, seems to be filled with hatred. As soon as they are seen, they will not even give the other party a chance to surrender, and directly kill them.

Now, the merfolk were grinning menacingly as they pursued the group of humans ahead.

"Grandpa, please let me down!"

Among these people, there was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, his face pale, looking at the elderly white-haired man holding him, whispering softly.

The elder's body trembled slightly. They had been running for nearly a day and night, their spiritual energy almost depleted.

At this moment, hearing the boy's words, an old man forced a smile on his face and said, "Good boy, Grandpa can still hold you!"

"Father, let me hold him," the middle-aged man beside the elder gritted out.

Looking at his son, who was just as pale-faced, the old man hesitated for a moment before handing the boy to him and saying, "Alright, I'll buy you some time!"

The middle-aged man's face stiffened instantly. "Father, what are you doing!"

The old man pushed the man forcefully, but he himself suddenly stopped in mid-air and roared, "Run!"

The man suddenly understood, his father was going to sacrifice his life to hold back the sea tribe, giving him and the others some time.

But as a son, how could he bear to watch his own father die He looked pleadingly at the others around him.

They were over ten people, not all traveling together. They met on their way to escape and didn't know each other.

At this time, although everyone else saw the man's gaze, they could only pretend not to see it and continue flying forward with their heads down.

To stay here is to be as good as dead!

Seeing the crowd speed up and their figures gradually disappear, a trace of grim smile appeared on the man's face. He looked down at the boy in his arms and said: "Son, are you afraid of death!"

The little boy clenched his fists tightly and shook his head, saying, "I'm not afraid!"

"Good, as expected of my son!"

The boy's words caused the man to burst into laughter, then he abruptly turned and flew back toward the old man.

Seeing his son return, the elder’s eyes almost bulged out. “What are you back for!”

"Father, if you don't come back, where can we go Are we really going to fly all the way to Zhongshan Prefecture"

The man's face contorted into a wry smile, tinged with helplessness. "Besides," he added, "even if we reach Zhongshan Prefecture, there's no guarantee we'll be able to pass through the checkpoints set up by the Lunhui Sect."

"In the end, we're all going to die anyway. Why don't we three die together today!"

The man's words plunged the elder into silence. Naturally, he knew his son was speaking the truth.

Nowadays, teleportation arrays between various mountainous states have either been completely destroyed or heavily guarded by powerful factions. To access these arrays, one must pay a substantial fee.

and there was not a single valuable thing on any of their family members.

It's a joke to think you could fly from Dongshan Prefecture all the way to Beishan Prefecture without using teleportation arrays, even if we weren't being chased by the Sea Clan!

Thinking of this, the old man gritted his teeth and said: "Alright, today my three generations will go to death together!"

Right in the middle of their conversation, those thirty or so sea creatures had flown up close. The leader, a grotesque being with scales all over his face, let out two snickers and said, “Why aren’t you running”

"Die!"

The old man didn't bother with idle chatter. With his hands spread wide, he drew a circle in front of him. It shimmered with light, the water within churning and rolling like waves. It was a handful of lake water, which he suddenly pushed forward.

"Haha! To think you'd use water magic against us seafolk," the first of the Sea Tribe exclaimed with laughter, "You must be a dog in your old age to come up with such an idea!"

But the next moment, the old man forcefully kicked his toes against the air. His whole body shot out like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

Extremely fast, it instantly caught up with the circle and bizarrely drilled into it, finding itself in the middle of the lake.

At this moment, a resolute look appeared on the old man's face as he declared: "Sea tribe, die with me!"

As his words fell, the old man raised his hand and slapped his head with a resounding palm. A deafening "bang" echoed as the old man's head exploded, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining the surrounding lake red.

"Dad!"

"Grandpa!"

Upon seeing this, both the middle-aged man and the boy exclaimed in surprise. They hadn't expected that even at this point, the elder would still strive to secure a sliver of hope for them.

"Boom!"

The lake surface, stained with blood, suddenly surged upwards, expanding to a hundred zhang in radius, completely swallowing the thirty-odd sea creatures.

And the old man was not dead yet. His hands opened wide, gripping the neck of the leading sea creature with a deathly hold. His aged face was covered in blood, making him look terrifyingly savage at this moment.

Many sea creatures clearly didn't expect this mere Fortune Land realm elder to actually display such a bizarre technique. Caught off guard, they were all firmly enveloped by the lake water, like being stuck in quicksand, finding it difficult to move an inch.

And those leading members of the sea tribe's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. They struggled to reach out with difficulty, and with a heavy palm strike, they landed it directly on the elder's chest, piercing through him completely.

The old man finally died, but even so, his hand did not relax in the slightest. It remained as tight as a vise, still gripping the other's throat with all its might.

Finally, the sea creatures had no choice but to use both hands to rip the elder's arms directly from his body. Only then did they let out a sigh of relief.

And looking at the trapped kinsmen around him, he cursed fiercely: "A bunch of trash!"

After finishing his words, he didn't even bother with his companions. Instead, he forcefully shook off the elder's arms and glared viciously at the middle-aged man who hadn't run away: "You humans, all of you deserve to die!"

"Your deadbeat father still wants to die with us That's a pipe dream. Don't worry, I won't let you and your father die too quickly, especially your son. I will take good care of him!"

The middle-aged man's face was as pale as paper. He lowered his head and looked at his son, whispering, "Child, you go chase Grandpa first. Father will be right behind you!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly raised his hand and struck the boy's head with force.

Evidently, he would rather kill his own son with his own hands than have his son fall into the hands of the sea tribe.

Just as his palm was about to strike, in the distant sky, a black light suddenly flared. Within the light, a pitch-black opening appeared!

First published on Popular Fiction Websiteng inscription.As expected, after a moment, these golden dots flowed out of Ginger Cloud's pores and reassembled into a rune. The young man reached out to take it and put it into a jade tablet.After a...