The clamor on the deck had yet to completely die down when Tang Yue reached into the ice bucket for another chilled drink and pressed it against her burning cheek.
Ai Tutu was still reviewing with Jiang Shaoxu who had run the slowest just now.
The yacht suddenly gave a slight shudder.
In that instant, the seawater became heavier than before, as though something was awakening from the depths and stirring the weight of the entire sea.
Mu Ningxue and Jiang Che turned at the same time, looking toward the distant waters ahead of the bow.
Flying Bird City's coastline was faintly visible ahead, with the power of the Earth Pistil barrier draped over the city like a thin veil of pale gold.
But that veil was trembling slightly.
Not from the sea breeze, but from impacts.
Countless tiny, concentrated impacts, as though something was surging up from the deep sea in swarms, madly gnawing at that gold-white barrier.
Jiang Che extended his spiritual perception.
He sensed them—it was Serrated Demon Sharks!
And an entire school at that, numbering several thousand.
The gazes of the girls on deck all converged on Jiang Che.
His abyss-dark eyes watched that churning dark-red expanse of sea, the corners of his lips curling into an eager smile.
Just then, deep within his spiritual world, a tiny crack suddenly split open in that golden-red cocoon of flame.
The Vermilion Bird had awakened.
At that moment, the pale-gold barrier over the distant sea began to ripple violently once more.
The Serrated Demon Sharks' vanguard had begun attacking the first line of the barrier's defenses.
Dark gray dorsal fins, like rows upon rows of moving blades, carved countless white trails across the water beneath the surface.
Ai Tutu held onto the railing and stood on tiptoe to