Boom!
As if five thunderbolts had struck the top of their heads.
The people on the lakeshore were all knocked staggering by that roar, and they promptly collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
The two men pushing the boat were no exception. Their eyes rolled back, and they slumped into the mud on the shore.
A moment later, Li Hai came plummeting from the sky amid gusts of howling wind.
As soon as he landed, his body shuddered, dispersing the violently swirling rings of wind that churned around him.
Then he casually waved a hand toward the boat, stirring up a gale that swept all the salt into the lake and revealed the two children buried beneath it.
Only after seeing that the children were breathing normally, their chests rising and falling, did Li Hai relax a little.
He turned a cold gaze on the foolish villagers gathered along the shore, raised one foot slightly, and stamped hard on the ground.
Clang—
In an instant, ripples of an earthquake, like waves on water, spread outward, shaking every unconscious villager awake.
When the old man who had led the villagers in the human sacrifice woke up, he saw that the coarse salt which had covered the boat was now gone. He immediately threw back his head and wailed:
"The salt is gone? It's... it's the Salt God's wrath! The Salt God is angry!"
His wail terrified the villagers on the shore, making their legs tremble as they stood there at a loss.
"What nonsense about a Salt God!"
Seeing the old man still spreading superstitions, Li Hai snorted. He raised a hand and, from more than fifty yards away, slapped the old man across the face.
Smack!
A strange gust swept past, and the old man was instantly knocked into a rolling