It eventually recovered.
Of course, that had nothing to do with Yuxuan. She had taught it a lesson, and as long as it knew to be afraid, that was enough... She was no demon bent on destroying the world. There was no need to wipe it out.
That octopus probably would never surface again.
Yuxuan paid that no mind. After her fill of the octopus feast, she had to admit Karls was a fine cook. Every dish tasted just right, and since the others had brought plenty of seasonings before setting out, she got to enjoy all kinds of delicious seafood.
Back in her room, Yuxuan savored the memory of that wonderfully tender octopus meat as she changed into clean clothes. She sat by the window, watching the rain pour
down outside. She toyed with a silver cross Karls had given her and thought...
Next time I want seafood, I can just go find that guy on the ocean floor, right? I left a mark on it, after all.
Far beneath the Pacific, the little octopus was hurrying back to its lair when it suddenly shuddered. It looked in terror toward the place where it had
entered the water... For some reason, a powerful sense of foreboding rose within it. It picked up speed, throwing the seafloor into upheaval.
Meanwhile, in the central Pacific, the dark clouds lost the force drawing them away. They gradually returned to cover
the sea, and rain began to fall again. The waves grew calm, as though nothing had happened.
But Juanjuan knew that at least twenty thousand people had died in the battle just now.
Two destroyers had been blown apart, and another six were badly crippled. Everyone was pulling survivors from the water.
During the giant angel's battle, whether by design or not,