Just like that, half a month had passed.
And for all fifteen of those days, the Three-Headed Fierce Flood Dragon had tailed them relentlessly.
When the Spiritual Boat slowed, it slowed.
When the Spiritual Boat sped up, it sped up too.
If they tried to fly the Spiritual Boat up into the air, its right head would writhe violently, summoning crushing waves to block their path. If they angered it, the beast would simply smash them with the waves. It was utterly relentless, impossible to shake off.
The good news was that the storms in the Chaotic Sea Region had gradually weakened. However, the black clouds had not dispersed, still blanketing the sky. After all, the Undersea Palace had existed for thousands of years, and the Spiritual Qi it had accumulated was too immense to dissipate so quickly.
The bad news was that they were getting farther and farther from the coastline.
"We can't escape. There's no way to escape."
