Deep in the Great Dream Marsh, the gray-white mist swirled like a veil.
This uninhabited and dangerous sea area was currently overwhelmed by endless turbulent waves, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping and roaring, occasionally raising terrifying tsunami waves.
It could be seen that more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators were arranged in order, with their qi mechanisms linked. Some held array flags, some held array plates, and others held Demon Hunting Crossbows, collectively maneuvering nine blue-gold chains as thick as barrels.
The chains were interwoven with intricate runes, tightly binding a dragon whale whose large, dark body resembled a towering small mountain.
This dragon whale's body was covered in charred wounds, bleeding and constantly struggling and roaring, but it only managed to stir layers of terrifying waves, to no avail.
