As many who knew something of the inside story gazed at the faint Gray Mist spreading over the sea, they had no idea how the battle was unfolding. Some could not even tell whether the Gray Mist or the Deep Shadow Fish Tide held the advantage, leaving them torn between advancing and retreating.
Billions of miles above,
on the Floating Rune Warship that had hung motionless in the sky since Ling Wuyuan's departure, Yan Manyan was the only person present who could easily take in the whole battlefield. She had accompanied Ling Wuyuan as both attendant and protector.
Even from hundreds of millions of kilometers away, with the waters of the Deadly Silent Deep Shadow Sea strongly blocking both perception and sight,
at this very moment,
Yan Manyan's extraordinarily keen gaze pierced space like the divine eye of a god who could look up through the nine heavens and down into the nine netherworlds. She swept it back and forth across the brutal struggle that had raged for days in the depths of the sea.
In her eyes,
compared with the beginning,
the struggle between the dark-gray sea of mist and the black sea formed by the Deep Shadow Fish Tide had grown countless times fiercer and more intense.
Even she had to marvel at its savagery.
Of course,
what astonished her most was the wildness, ferocity... and greed both sides displayed.
Whether it was the Deep Shadow Demon Fish that charged from beginning to end without fear of death, or the gray sea of mist born from Ling Wuyuan's power,
both laid bare their most fundamental violence and greed.
They gave the impression that, even in death, they would sink their teeth into the other side. They seemed to have abandoned thought altogether.
Neither side had any elaborate schemes.