Above the sea and sky, dark as ink, fierce winds howled and torrential rain poured down.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King looked up at the blond-haired figure above the sea, who seemed like a god descending into the world, and its remaining single eye actually went blank for an instant.
That terrifying aura, like a blazing sun, was only slightly weaker than the existence that had blinded one of its eyes back then. And it understood all too well what that platinum spirit ring symbolized. It meant that a spirit beast with cultivation on par with his own had been stripped of everything by this human.
"How could a human like you possibly reach that level? And where did that million-year spirit ring of yours come from?"
There was actually a trace of madness in its tone.
Above the sea and sky, the eight wings behind Dai Yao spread wide, his blond hair flying. His gaze was slightly cold, and after hearing the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's words, he said expressionlessly, "You're not the only million-year spirit beast in this world. Compared to you, it was far smarter. To spirit beasts, this world is a dead end. You think a million years of cultivation can make you the Beast God? That is nothing but wishful thinking!"
Ever since the Dragon God was defeated, the Douluo Continent had established the law that spirit beasts could not become gods.
Therefore, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's million years of bitter cultivation was nothing but a joke. Although Dai Yao felt some sympathy for the plight of spirit beasts, they were of different races, and his sympathy only stayed in his heart.
As his words fell, the entire sea seemed to fall silent for an instant, with only the howling of