Thunder roared, dark clouds rolled.
An Azure Dragon with twin wings coiled over the sea, waves surging, dragon whiskers fluttering in the wind, its presence majestic, confronting two distant figures with an invisible field fiercely colliding, neither yielding.
"Winged Dragon, no need to panic, heed my words first."
The Mid-Stage Divinity Transformation female cultivator stood atop the waves, her face exquisitely beautiful, untouched by the mundane dust, ethereal like an immortal.
She remained unmoved by the wild wind, her attire untouched, her hair unruffled, as steady as a mountain, her beautiful eyes consistently locked onto the Winged Dragon's eyes, with a glow in her eyes harboring the power to stabilize the Divine Soul.
Behind her, the Early-Stage Divinity Transformation male cultivator stood with his hands folded, with a proud demeanor, continuously releasing his own pressure, attempting to intimidate the Winged Dragon.
