If the Sea Demon King were released, it would likely spell more misfortune than fortune for the Cultivator in his current state.
At the same time, Wang Mu suddenly retracted the Ten Thousand Beast Heavenly Tribulation. The Thunder Spirit's growth had nearly reached 85/100.
Killing a few more Evil Beasts should suffice.
Although he was virtually out of strength, he could still hold on for a little longer.
But then Wang Mu looked ahead.
The numerous Evil Beasts retreated like a tide, as if they had received some command.
From the darkest, most terrifying zone within the Sea Prison, a figure slowly emerged.
It was a bald man wearing a tattered Kasaya, a Swastika imprinted between his brows. His features were peaceful, his demeanor gentle. He walked slowly out of the darkness as a faint golden light gradually appeared around him. He didn't resemble a peerless Devil at all.
Rather, he seemed like an enlightened, venerable monk—neither young nor old.
