151: Crisis on Bibo Island

The scene shifts, moving away from the clamor and bloodshed of the Huangsha Islands to the relatively remote southwestern area of the West Flow Sea Region.

Here, islands are scattered like stars, but most have thin Spiritual Qi and sparse populations. However, at this moment, this once-peaceful sea domain has become a bloody battlefield.

The sea surface is no longer clear and blue; instead, it is covered with a large amount of dirty blood,minced meat, and broken shells and scales. Countless sea beasts of various forms, as if driven mad, are launching wave after wave of desperate assaults on one medium-sized island—Azure Wave Island.

These sea beasts are not irrational rabble. They are clearly divided into several echelons, led by different types of Yao Beasts. There are 'Siege Crabs' with massive bodies, wielding giant pincers, and shells as thick as city walls, slowly advancing at the front, enduring the glow of the Formation; there are clusters of 'Ghost-faced Arrowfish', moving like lightning and capable of spitting corrosive water arrows, harassing with concentrated shots; there are 'Burrowing Ironhead Crocodiles' lurking underwater, launching sudden attacks, attempting to destroy the island's Foundation... There is even a primitive Rank and cooperation among them. When low-Rank sea beasts die, their corpses are quickly dragged away and devoured by their own kind or even higher-Rank Yao Beasts. Devouring the flesh and Yao power of their kin makes them more ferocious and powerful, and the scent of blood stimulates the nerves of every sea beast.

As far as the eye can see, the large and small islands around Azure Wave Island have already fallen, occupied by various sea beasts, becoming their springboards and lairs for attacking Azure Wave Island. The number of Yao Beasts is not so dense as to cover the entire sea surface; rather, they are relatively concentrated, divided into several groups, attacking in shifts, appearing quite organized—this is clearly a sign of high-Rank Yao Beasts with considerable intelligence commanding and coordinating from the rear!

Azure Wave Island, the Lin Family's ancestral land, is currently enduring immense pressure.

Above the island, a gigantic, light-blue, wave-like light barrier is flickering violently, protecting the entire island. This is the very Foundation of the Lin Family's survival—the Azure Sea Cloud Sky Formation, arranged around a High Grade second-Rank Spiritual Vein on the island. Its Rank is as high as top-tier second-Rank, sufficient to withstand prolonged attacks from several Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivators.

However, at this moment, this Formation, which has protected the Lin Family for over a hundred years, is on the verge of collapse.

On the light barrier, ripples are wildly surging, occasionally being struck inward by powerful attacks, emitting groans of unbearable strain. The surface of the light barrier is already covered with fine cracks, and although it is constantly being repaired by the circulation of water-elemental Spiritual Qi, the repair speed is far from keeping up with the rate of destruction. At the core of the Formation, Spirit Stones are being consumed at an astonishing rate, and the Cultivators responsible for maintaining the Formation are pale-faced and sweating profusely.

The corpses of low-Rank sea beasts are piled up like mountains, and thick, dirty blood has dyed the sea around Azure Wave Island red. The pungent smell of blood has almost solidified.

However, this bloodiness only further stimulated the ferocity of the beast horde. They trampled over the corpses of their kin, their eyes filled only with the most primitive desire to devour the living beings on the island.

Occasionally, tiny breaches would be torn open in weak points of the Formation, and fearless sea beasts would immediately try to squeeze in. The Lin Family disciples and Guest Elders guarding nearby would rush forward with bloodshot eyes, unleashing blades, swords, and Spells, exchanging injuries for injuries, and lives for lives, erupting in the most tragic blood blossoms during the brief engagements, quickly sealing the breaches.

Each repel was accompanied by a brief moment of respite and deeper exhaustion.

At the edge of the island, behind the hastily constructed fortifications, Lin Qingshan cleaved a sea beast attempting to charge up into two, its foul-smelling beast blood spraying all over him. He didn't bother to wipe it off and roared at a 'Qing' generation Elder beside him, who was covered in blood: "Uncle Qinghe! The Spiritual Qi output from the right-wing Formation node is unstable. Get the reserve team to reinforce it! Directly infuse Spirit Stones; every moment we can hold is a moment!"

This was already the third day of the beast tide's siege.

At the edge of the island, behind the temporarily erected defensive works, the Lin Family disciples, along with recruited Loose Cultivators and Guest Elders, were desperately resisting the sporadic sea beasts that occasionally broke through weak points in the Formation.

Shouts of battle, the booming of Spells, the roars of Yao Beasts, and the wails of the wounded mixed together, playing a tragic and cruel battle song.

That Elder, Lin Qinghe, gasped for breath, wiping the blood from his face: "Understood! Damn it, these beasts are endless! QingShan, Spirit Stones are being consumed too quickly. The treasury's stock..."

"We can't worry about that much!" Lin Qingshan's eyes were resolute. "As long as we're here, the island stands! Tell our brothers, even if they have to dig with their hands or bite with their teeth, they must keep these beasts out! For our families behind us!"

"For the Lin Family!" The clansmen who heard the conversation responded hoarsely, their true Qi nearly depleted and their bodies covered in wounds, yet the fire in their eyes had not extinguished. This was a tragic determination born of having no retreat, an instinctive unity of Bloodline at a time of Family survival.

Everyone's face was etched with fatigue and bloodstains, but even more so, a desperate resolve born of having no retreat. Behind them lay their homeland, their parents, wives, and children, the very Foundation of the Lin Family's Legacy!

At the center of the island, in the Lin Family's Council Hall.

The atmosphere was as oppressive as the sea before a storm. Apart from another Foundation Establishment Cultivator, Lin Qingyue, who had to preside over the overall situation at the Formation's core, and a few Elders who had to command on the front lines, almost all of the Lin Family's core members were gathered here.

At the main seat, Clan Chief Lin Bozheng's face was sallow, his aura weak, and his chest bandages still faintly oozed blood. He forcibly suppressed his churning Qi and Blood, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

His younger brother, Lin Botao (Lin Feng's second paternal grandfather), several Qi Perfection 'Qing' generation Elders (such as Lin Qinghe and Lin Qingfeng), and even Lin Feng's father, Lin Qingshan, and mother, Madam Liu, were all present.

Madam Liu's cultivation was not high, but she was meticulous and responsible for logistics and the placement of the wounded. At this moment, her face was also full of worry, her eyes bloodshot.

"Cough, cough..." Lin Bozheng coughed twice, his voice hoarse as he spoke, "Qingyue just sent word. The Formation can last at most... at most another half-day. Seventy percent of the Spirit Stone reserves have been consumed. The rest must be saved for the final critical moment."

Bad news came one after another.

"The disciple sent to Yellow Sand Sect for help... his soul lamp has extinguished." An Elder's voice was heavy.

"We also received word from the Bai Family and Reef Gate, with whom we have good relations. They are unable to protect themselves, besieged by an even more powerful beast tide, and cannot send any aid." Another Elder added bitterly.

A desperate atmosphere, like a cold tide, permeated the entire Council Hall.

Everyone understood that Azure Wave Island had become an isolated island. With no hope of external aid, its fall seemed to be only a matter of time.