Waves surged, and the surface of the lake was a splash of water mist.
The choppy waves dispersed, causing the surrounding boats to rock violently.
The boats at Baihe Bay were all skiff-type, with arched bottoms, agile maneuverability, steady when passing shoals, shallow draft, and little resistance – many advantages indeed.
Yet, they were equally affected by the waves.
The boats shook violently, and straight away someone lost their footing and fell into the water.
But whether it was Wang Lao Beng, Chen San, or Bai Wenghai, none of them could be bothered with that matter now; all eyes were firmly fixed on the opposite side.
The Tomb Guardian Beast moved swiftly. Though wrapped in waves and only striking once before diving back into the lake, they could still make out its form vaguely.
It was a strange giant beast, long and narrow like a snake but covered in fur. Even though draped in green algae, one could see that its base color was white.
