From high above, one could see the Sea God's Wrath, dozens of miles in diameter, resembling a cosmic whirlpool. At its four corners and its center, black spheres of light erupted almost simultaneously. The enormous vortex, filled with dazzling radiance and twinkling starlight, twisted and shuddered beneath the violent explosions. At the same time, it began to contract inward at a tremendous speed.
One Yaksha elder unleashed a vast surge of power and shot outward like a black comet. But as the vortex contracted, its pulling force grew even more ferocious. The elder's burst of speed slowed to a crawl. Just as despair overtook him, the Yaksha King flashed to his side and dragged him along, racing desperately outward. Only someone of the Yaksha King's stature could still save anyone at a moment like this.
Unfortunately, no matter how powerful the Yaksha King was, he didn't dare try to save a second person. After several rapid flashes, he had carried the elder more than a hundred miles away. Another Yaksha elder, meanwhile, was still surrounded by swirling black water vapor. He was almost out of the vortex's reach, and when he felt the pulling force ease, he was just about to rejoice. Then a colorless, invisible spatial rift silently sliced across his body, cleanly cutting him in two. A translucent little Yaksha had just burst from his crown in a panic, but without his body and numerous magical treasures to protect him, he was immediately sucked back toward the vortex's center. Perhaps his luck was simply too poor: a chain of spatial rifts sliced him apart, tearing the poor little Yaksha to pieces.
Lei Dong knew almost nothing of what was happening around him. He couldn't, and he didn't want to. Right now, all he could do was everything in