Chapter 2987: The rhythm of forcing people to their deaths (1)

In the dark green ocean, a huge monster was following the fleet at a steady pace.

Its wriggling body was filled with the corpses of cultivators without any signs of digestion. At first glance, it looked like a large pile of corpses was chasing after it.

Even the most experienced cultivators would feel an indescribable fear after seeing this scene.

His rational and stable thinking was affected unknowingly, and he gradually fell into a state of madness.

After all, they were no longer cultivators who could fly in the sky. Instead, they were pitiful creatures who were restricted by the rules of the purple light world and could lose their lives at any moment.

Every time the sea monster approached the fleet, a cultivator's corpse would be thrown into the sea and then devoured by the sea monster silently.