A sea breeze brushed past.
The sea returned to its tranquil calm.
The raging waves and storms that tore through space all vanished without a trace in an instant.
Wave after wave washed against the reefs with a gentle swishing sound.
Zi JI, Bi Ji, Da Ming, and even the usually gentle, composed Ah Yin stood frozen in place.
No one uttered a word.
The same emotion was written on every face.
There was even a hint of horror!
They had all heard what Wue had called that phantom: Poseidon, the Sea God!
Da Ming's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed with difficulty.
"That phantom just now... was the Sea God?"
Da Ming's voice trembled. "Do gods really descend into this world?"
It was terrifying.
What sort of monster was Wue?
A terrifying being who could reign supreme over the Burial Sea!
Their attacks had all been useless.
Yet the Sea God's Phantom had driven Wue back with a single strike.
Zi JI stood dumbstruck beside them, her breathing growing extremely rapid.
Her voluptuous body tensed involuntarily.
"Who could do that apart from a true god who stands above all living beings, as the legends say?"
Only Lin Qingmo remained utterly calm.
He stood at the very front of the group, his brow slightly furrowed.
His razor-sharp gaze fixed on the spot where the phantom was dissipating.
Thoughts churned rapidly through his mind.
Poseidon, the Sea God?
Bullshit.
Utter bullshit.
As a transmigrator who knew every detail of the Douluo Continent's setting, no one in this world understood the Divine Realm's restrictions better than he did.
Did they really think the lower realm was a vegetable market, where gods could come and go as they pleased?
The real Poseidon, the Sea God, had long since ascended to the Divine Realm.