Like a raging flood, like mountains collapsing, like the blazing sun withering, like stars falling, like facing an irresistible force and an invincible foe.
That sense of unease grew more violent by the moment, and the fear in his heart grew stronger as well.
Hong Hai'er had dominated the West Sea for years, but he had never encountered anything like this before.
He actually feared this West Sea. He feared the monsters within it.
What exactly is running rampant across the West Sea? Hong Hai'er wondered.
Moreover, as the waves grew increasingly violent, the seawater began to heave into enormous waves that came surging toward the ship Hong Hai'er was aboard, turning rivers and seas upside down.
When he had first sensed something amiss, Hong Hai'er had assumed some sea demon within the West Sea was stirring up trouble. He was not afraid of sea demons; over the years, he had no idea how many members of the Demon Race he had killed in order to practice his swordsmanship.
But when he saw the blue sky and black clouds looming overhead, and the jade-green sea before him turn dark and terrifying, he realized that whatever it was had come for him.
It wanted to kill him!
Whether the thing wreaking havoc in the deep sea was a sea demon or a powerful human expert, it had come bearing hostility and arrived wrapped in killing intent.
Sensing the disturbance on the sea, the pirates who had been busy robbing the ship, searching for valuables, and sprawled over the bodies of the women all abandoned their work—whether in their hands or between their thighs. One after another, they rushed out of the cabins and onto the deck, gathering beside Hong Hai'er.
"My lord, what happened?"
"Who dares stir up trouble right under