Suppression

Several million li away, several sixth-rank Nagas of the North Sea Royal Court hid behind an undersea mountain range, still not recovered from their harrowing escape.

But when they cautiously peeked toward the distant battlefield, the terror that had yet to fade from their faces instantly turned to astonishment—though even more than that, shock.

"So this is the legendary Lord of the Myriad Heavens Market? No wonder he is the great being Degu'en has revered for centuries!"

Watching the Blackline Whale Emperor turn and flee after a single exchange, the eyes of the sixth-rank Nagas widened in unison.

Though they had heard Degu'en speak of certain matters many times before, nothing compared to witnessing it firsthand.

That was a seventh-rank Blackline Whale that had ascended to the throne of a Deep Sea True Emperor, yet it had turned and fled without hesitation after just one exchange. That sight alone would be etched deep into their hearts, perhaps impossible to forget even after hundreds or thousands of years.

At the front of the Nagas, the North Sea Queen, whose grievous injuries had stabilized, suddenly spoke.

"After this, I will announce my abdication. Degu'en will succeed me as the new King of the North Sea. From now on, all of you must assist him with your full strength. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"We will certainly assist His Highness Degu'en with all our strength. Under His Highness's leadership, our North Sea Royal Court will surely reclaim its ancient glory."

"No, not merely ancient glory. What does ancient glory amount to? Our goal is to establish an Imperial Court, lead the Naga race into the distant seas, and gain a foothold in those vast, unknown waters!"

In the distance, the purple mist hand stretched out at extreme speed. Before it, space