Chapter 329: Escape a Thousand Miles

Daoist rode down on a whale, harboring significant calculations in his heart.

The assassination had taken much effort to prepare, meticulous planning, and only now was he truly closing the net.

Regrettably, two out of the several Demon Whales he had relied on as confidantes had perished, causing him incessant heartache and leading him to question whether this mission was worth it after all.

Deep underwater, his Divine Sense was equally of little use; in such an environment, he depended on several tiger whales, including the strange leech he had released himself.

Following the Sword Cultivator to the seabed, six whales and one leech, to his surprise, couldn't find any trace of the Sword Cultivator at first, which he found somewhat inconceivable.

His first instinct was that the Sword Cultivator had used some Magical Treasure to conceal his tracks, a method that the majority of cultivators would consider.

It didn't matter, it was only a matter of time.