Fang Qingliu's opponent was a younger cultivator. Just now, Wu Yu had killed his companion and created a big commotion. He had seen it all happen.

So at this time, he wanted to escape.

But Fang Qingliu stopped him.

“Wu Yu, don’t you dare snatch my opponent!” Fan Qingliu let out a high pitch scream in anger.

Wu Yu blocked his path. He looked at that strong, young ghostly cultivator. He was over one-zhang tall. In comparison, Wu Yu reached only his waist. He was like a terrifying giant beast.

His physical strength was great. It was like his body was melded from bronze. He had no hair and his head was as bald as a bronze ball. His expression was fierce and his strength great. In a one on one battle, even Fang Qingliu would not dare to clash head-on with him.

Wu Yu crossed his arms and laughed. “Then show me how long you can hold on. I want to see how long your Green Willow Camp can keep it up.”

He was not anxious to make a move.

But Fang Qingliu could not last. On one hand, this was a battle under the sea, so she was highly restricted. If she persisted in this battle, she would probably lose to her opponent.

And she was surrounded by over 500 ghostly...