Chapter 230: Chapter 230- Fishing for Foundation Establishment (4) A deafening boom suddenly resounded.
The pitch-black waters were violently tossed as shockwaves spread outward. Nearby sea creatures were blasted away like debris caught in a storm, their bodies tumbling uncontrollably through the sea. Grey was not spared either, his figure was flung backward with tremendous force.
His body smashed against the water’s surface before he was driven deep beneath the waves.
As for the Mosasaur, after its violent clash with Grey, its massive body fell back into the sea as well. However, a low, suppressed grunt of pain echoed from its throat, vibrating through the water.
The Mosasaur quickly stabilized itself and lifted its enormous head, its cold, vertical pupils locking onto Grey with a menacing glare filled with savage intent.
A moment later, it surged forward.
Its massive tail and powerful flippers slammed against the water, propelling its gigantic body forward at terrifying speed. The surrounding sea churned violently as it closed the distance in an instant.
When Grey opened his eyes through the pain, he immediately felt a suffocating sense of danger. A murderous gaze locked onto him.
Before he could fully react, the Mosasaur was already upon him, its enormous jaws opened wide. Rows of sharp teeth glinted faintly in the darkness as it lunged forward, aiming to swallow him whole.
Grey’s pupils shrank.
Without hesitation, he activated his speed and retreated rapidly through the black sea. A muffled boom echoed through the depths as the Mosasaur’s jaws snapped shut just inches from where he had been.
Ever since becoming the Scion of the Wind Monarch, speed had always been one of Grey’s greatest strengths.
He was faster than most Foundation Establishment cultivators, and even those with higher cultivation realms often found it difficult to keep up with him. Even beasts possessing special physiques were not necessarily faster than him.
Yet this was the first time Grey had been forced to unleash his extreme speed simply to escape from another Foundation Establishment realm existence.
The Mosasaur was terrifyingly fast.
Its ferocity was enough to shake a person’s heart. If it were anyone else, they would have already been torn apart by now.
With a flash of purple light, Grey formed a hand seal. In the next instant, a long saber appeared in his grasp.
The saber looked distorted, as if it were half-real and half-illusory, and its presence caused the surrounding environment to grow faintly cold. A subtle chill spread through the water as purple flames flickered faintly along its blade.
After comprehending the Life Demon Art, Grey had discovered that he could manifest weapons as well.
The Life Demon itself was a manifestation, yet it existed as a phantom. This saber, however, was a true weapon formed from condensed demonic essence.
The moment the saber appeared, a sharp glint flashed through Grey’s eyes. Without hesitation, he slashed forward.
A long gash tore open along the Mosasaur’s massive body.
However, instead of pain or hesitation, the creature’s madness only intensified. Its aura surged violently as ferocity flooded its eyes, as if the scent of its own blood had driven it into an even more unrestrained frenzy.
In the blink of an eye, they clashed once more.
The sea waters churned violently as Grey was blasted out of the depths, his figure shooting upward and breaking through the surface. His face was slightly pale, yet the sharpor-sharp glint in his eyes never faded.
He looked as if he were waiting for something.
Several moments later, a piercing cry of pain erupted from beneath the sea. The Mosasaur burst out of the water once again, its massive body twisting in the air. Its eyes were bloodshot, madness and pain intertwining within them.
The area where Grey’s saber had struck was rotting at a terrifying pace. The flesh corroded rapidly as black blood seeped out.
Yet because the sea itself was pitch black, the spreading blood was difficult to notice.
Naturally, the Mosasaur had been poisoned.
When Grey had first arrived at the bay, it had appeared as though he were merely using his divine sense to scan the waters. In truth, he had already silently spread poison throughout the entire bay.
Later, when the Mosasaur appeared, Grey flew into the sky and observed it. He was not simply trying to identify the creature, he was testing whether his poison would have any effect on it.
The moment he confirmed it was a Mosasaur, his eyes narrowed and killing intent flashed through them.
Even so, he still chose to fight.
He was certain that if he killed this beast and refined its life force, it would allow him to open additional spirit perforations.
The Mosasaur’s scales were extremely tough, nearly impossible to break with ordinary weapons or spells. Most poisons were also ineffective, as it dwelled within the Dead Sea and had been tempered countless times by its environment.
However, after repeated experimentation, Grey discovered something crucial.
His poison became far more effective once it came into direct contact with flesh and blood.
As the Mosasaur leaped into the air once more, Grey slashed several times with the saber in his hand. Sparks and violent ripples erupted as the blade struck its scales, yet only a few slashes managed to pierce through.
Grey was not discouraged.
He released the technique maintaining the saber and slowly raised his right hand. A domineering purple aura began to gather around it, pulsing with an eerie, mysterious power.
The moment the aura stabilized, a faint purple sword appeared in his hand.
This sword was completely different from the saber. It was illusory, as if it did not truly exist, and yet its presence felt far more dangerous.
The purple saber had been formed from the flames of the Life Demon Art.
This sword, however, was something else entirely.
The moment it appeared, a massive purple sword materialized above Grey’s head. It was long, enormous, and exuded an ancient, unfathomable aura, as though it belonged to a being far beyond the mortal realm.
From afar, Grey looked as though he were guiding the massive sword above him.
Yet at the same time, it felt as though the sword itself was commanding his movements.
The scene made him resemble a young master walking the path of an ancient Emperor.
When the giant sword fully solidified, Grey slashed downward.