The black fog was like a dark cloud that covered the sky and immediately shrouded the Sea King.
When he saw this scene, Wu Chou frowned. He was distracted and was almost ambushed. Fortunately, Turtle Hermit blocked the attack for him.
"This guy is becoming more and more proficient in using the Sleeve Dimension!"
Wu Chou was hateful and worried for the Sea King.
But now, they couldn't even take care of themselves and couldn't free up their hands to help the Sea King.
After all, he had been by the Sea King's side all year round and had heard some information about the Art Saint Trio.
Among the moves of the Three Consummate Painting Saint, Wu Chou had a deep impression of this move, "Sleeve Universe".
The Sleeve Dimension could fly out from the painting and cover a radius of 5,000 meters. If one was shrouded by the dark clouds, their whole body would be attacked by the corrosive seawater.
If one was really shrouded by the clouds, life or death would be in the hands of the Art Saint Trio.
"It seems that your painting skills have reached the acme of perfection after all these years." The Sea King sighed as if recalling some past events.
But in the next second, his eyes turned cold and the golden trident in his hand bloomed with endless divine light.
Poseidon's Demon Slaying Art — Fifth Style!
In an instant, the light on the Sea King's trident was extremely violent.
Seawater from an unknown source spread behind the Sea King and gathered on the Sea King's trident.
In an instant, all the seawater gathered into a huge water dragon that roared and soared into the sky.
The clouds parted to reveal the sun!
The huge water dragon landed in the dark clouds in an instant. The powerful energy directly dispersed the dark clouds that filled the sky.
The dark clouds turned into dense black ink. Everyone was shocked when they saw it.
They all knew that the black ink was extremely corrosive, and there were probably not many people present who could resist it.
Just as everyone was about to retreat, they suddenly realized that the black ink seemed to have stopped time and was fixed in mid-air.
From afar, it looked like it was raining. The sky was covered with bean-sized raindrops and time seemed to have stopped.
"This is …" The Sea King was shocked. He knew what technique the Art Saint Trio was going to use next.
After all, the two of them had battled many times and knew each other very well.
In the past, the Sea King had to activate Faith Absorption in order to block the next move that the Three Ultimate Art Saint was about to use.
Now, however, the islanders of the Sea King Island were all dead, and the Sea King's Faith Absorption was useless. Moreover, he was still injured, so it was impossible for him to resist.
"Rain Sword Forest!"
The Trijue Art Saint's face was ferocious and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The brush continued to move on the ink painting. If one looked carefully, it was not difficult to find that the painting on the ink painting had now become a scene of this world.
The only difference was that the ink droplets that were frozen in the void between heaven and earth had become sharp swords in the painting.
"Retreat!"
The Sea King was like a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river; he could not even protect himself.
High up in the sky, where he and the Three Absolute Art Saints were fighting, were the three clan leaders, the Dragon and Phoenix Beasts, and the others.
The current situation was very bad for them. He, their strongest combat force, was already engaged by the Trijue Art Saint. Even if they joined forces to fight against the many Wu Sheng of the Demon Extermination Layout, it was difficult for them to achieve any results. Instead, they were losing ground.
If the Rain Sword Forest hit them, it would be like adding hail to snow.
However, it was all too late. When the Trijue Art Saint put down his brush, only one or two seconds had passed.
In an instant, the ink droplets that filled the sky turned into sharp swords made of ink, just like the scene in the painting.
As far as the eye could see, it was like a forest of swords, densely packed and innumerable.
"Die!"
With the Trijue Art Saint's command, the forest of swords shot toward the Sea King like an army of thousands and thousands of men and horses.
"High-pressure Water Wall!"
The Sea King naturally could not sit and wait for death. He hurriedly stabbed the Sea King's Trident into the ground.
In the next second, the ground rumbled. A high-pressure water wall that was thousands of meters tall and thousands of meters wide instantly rose from the ground and poured in the direction of the Sea King, trying to block the Trijue Art Saint's Rain Sword Forest.
Bang, bang, bang-!
All of this happened in a flash. Although the Sea King's "High-pressure Water Wall" had weakened some of the power of these sharp swords, its power was still extremely terrifying.
There was a burst of air-piercing sounds coming from the void. These sharp swords penetrated the water wall and continued to attack the Sea King.
The Sea King hurriedly dodged. If he was slightly careless, he would be hit by the sharp swords.
More sharp swords shot toward the members of the Ghost Face Sect, the three clan leaders, the Dragon and Phoenix Beasts, and the others.
The Ghost Rider waved the Evil Spirit Chain and shattered the sharp swords one by one.
However, after being shattered, these sharp swords turned into a large amount of black ink and fell on his body, immediately corroding his flesh.
Everyone used their supernatural powers, all wanting to destroy the sharp swords, but in the end, it was counterproductive.
With such a dense forest of swords, they could not avoid it at all. Even if Turtle Hermit used his life-saving defensive move, his turtle shell was still penetrated by these sharp swords.
With just one move, everyone was injured. One could imagine that the Art Saint Sanjue was not an ordinary person.
In less than a few seconds, the forest of swords was either stabbed into the ground or shattered by someone, turning into black ink and disappearing into thin air.
"Are you alright, Old Turtle?" Wu Chou flew to Turtle Hermit's body and saw that there were dozens of deep holes in his turtle shell, and blood was flowing out.
"Look … look at the Island Lord …" Turtle Hermit raised his hand weakly and fainted.
Everyone gritted their teeth. The reason why they could not resist the Art Saint Sanjue's move was not because they were too weak, but because the Demon-Killing Bureau had already planned this from the beginning.
Even though they had more than twice the number of people, the Demon-Killing Bureau was still very careful.
Besides the Art Saint Sanjue and the Sea King fighting alone, the rest of the Demon-Killing Bureau's Wu Sheng, Wu Huang, and the others had all formed a circle and surrounded them, constantly attacking them with long-range martial arts.
As the saying went, two fists were no match for four hands. Even if they wanted to fight to the death, it would be difficult to break through the enemy's encirclement.
"Damn it! If you have the ability, come in and fight one-on-one. If not, just die! "Wu Chou had a bad temper and could not help but roar angrily at the Demon-Killing Bureau.
He, Wu Chou, could die on the battlefield, but dying like this would be too humiliating. Naturally, he was not satisfied.
"You still can't use that move?" The Ghost Rider also saw that the current situation was very bad and asked the Soul Reaper beside him in a low voice.
Although the Soul Reaper was only at the peak of level-six Wu Sheng, he still had a move that could increase his realm and strength in a short period of time.
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