The rumble of the Sea Nest's advance was like a conch horn sounding from the bottomless abyss, calling death forth.
Low, drawn-out, forlorn.
His gaze sweeping over the dispirited officers above and below the Sea Nest, Ao Huangzhong remained expressionless and said only softly, "The war is not over."
Even now, Ao Huangzhong had no clear grasp of Jiang Wang's military abilities.
They always seemed to fluctuate far too wildly; for the moment, he could only regard it as a style of play where truth and falsehood could not be distinguished.
Yet Jiang Wang's title as the youngest Marquis of military merit in the Great Qi Empire—and indeed among the entire Human Race of The Present World—was solid, undeniable honor. The death of the peerless prodigy Yu Guangyuan was an annotation weighty enough to prove it.
Many Sea Race prodigies, Ao Huangzhong included, had always believed that, with Yu Guangyuan's conduct more crazed even than his ancestor's, he would either rage madly onward until he became a terrifying existence who made the powerful of the world tremble, or meet a grand and thunderous death, beyond all mortal imagining, at some moment beneath the gaze of all.
But in truth, Yu Guangyuan's death had caused no ripples at all.
On an utterly unremarkable day, he had collided with Jiang Wang—and then been crushed out of existence. It had been as calm as a small patch of cloud-shadow before a Flying Cloud Tower vessel, shattered beneath its ram without even stirring up much of a wave.
Even the raging tide that Yu Guangyuan's death ought to have set off had silently failed to materialize. That Blood King, famed for his brutality, had not turned the Lost Realm upside down after all.
This only made Jiang Wang's terror all the clearer!
Ao Huangzhong