The more the Sea Spirit tried to lock onto the White Figure with its divine sense, the farther away the White Figure seemed to be.
It couldn't see the other's face or even sense its aura. A storm surged in the Sea Spirit's heart. How could anything in this world be so far beyond it?
"Y-you... who are you?"
The Sea Spirit stared fixedly at the White Figure.
"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that you're about to die."
The White Figure's voice was utterly indifferent, yet when the Sea Spirit heard it, it felt as though its death sentence had already been pronounced.
The Sea Spirit's breathing grew heavy and ragged. It had been formed from the lingering wills of countless ancient powers.
Now, before the White Figure, it felt as small and powerless as a firefly gazing up at the bright moon.
The other hadn't even released any pressure. Simply standing there made the Sea Spirit feel completely seen through—and terrified that it could be erased with a casual wave.
Earlier, on Fish Dragon Island, it had looked at Qin Guan and the others as if they were ants. In the blink of an eye, it had become a weak little ant itself.
"S-Senior..."
The Sea Spirit's voice trembled. "Little Spirit didn't know this young man was under Senior's protection. Please forgive Little Spirit for the offense. Little Spirit will leave right away and won't dare covet him again!"
The moment the White Figure appeared, it had already intended to give up on the Chaos Origin and flee. But then it discovered that it couldn't escape at all.
"No. You must die. Anyone who covets the Chaos Body must die." The White Figure's voice was calm, yet left no room for argument.
The Sea Spirit was