Sea King Palace.
Banquet hall.
"Bang!"
A soft sound rang out.
An enormous soup bowl over a meter long was carried over and placed on the table by two attendants.
This was the first dish to be served.
Yet the mystic masters' gazes remained firmly fixed on the Light Screen above.
At this moment.
Thanks to the efforts of the Flame Eagle squadrons, most of the interception net formed by the Mist Orbs had already been cleared away.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Thunderous explosions suddenly erupted one after another.
Dozens of East Wind Type-5 Mystic Weapons descended like lightning and struck the sea, all concentrated within the same stretch of water.
This was clearly a precision bombardment.
The moment the East Wind Profound Weapons hit the surface, towering columns of water shot into the sky.
Faintly, far beneath the surface—at least ten kilometers down—a flash of white light seemed to appear.
The Tall Mystic Master could not help guessing, "They must have found a Sea Race powerhouse, right?"
The Round-Faced Mystic Master agreed. "Probably a Sea Domain Lord."
Only a powerhouse at the level of a Sea Domain Lord was worth expending so many East Wind Profound Weapons at once.
At this time.
An attendant introduced the dish respectfully. "Distinguished guests, this dish is called Blue Blood Fish Soup."
Upon hearing this, the group of mystic masters all turned their eyes toward the large porcelain bowl.
Before their eyes.
It was filled with deep-blue fish soup, with translucent slices of fish floating within.
One attendant picked up a large metal ladle and carefully stirred the soup once.
"Glug!"
"Glug!"
A string of blue bubbles suddenly rose from the fish soup, rapidly swelling to the size of fists and floating above its surface.
Then.
A strange sight unfolded.
Pale blue halos began to