In the South Sea, thick, dark clouds turned day into night.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared as a torrential downpour fell, with a hurricane whipping the sea into countless towering waves.
After sending the fleet away, Song Mei returned to the South Sea once more, locating Li Yu and the other two.
The typhoon she had previously diverted had reappeared, and the four of them were bathed in the raging winds and waves.
However, they had no heart to concern themselves with anything else; all four stared ahead with looks of absolute horror.
The gloomy sky combined with the thick curtain of rain obstructed their vision, preventing them from seeing very far.
Yet, the vision of the four Strategic-Class individuals was not hindered in the slightest; their gazes pierced through every obstacle, landing squarely in the center of the storm.
A massive, unidentified creature was slowly rising from the sea.
Just how massive was it?
Perhaps it could only be described as a mountain—the Himalayas.
Although the creature's physical size certainly did not compare to the Himalayas, the aura of power it exuded was more terrifying than the world's highest peak.
Without a doubt, this was an Evil God, an Evil God that had already escaped from the Gate.
Despite the distance of several dozen kilometers, the moment they laid eyes on it, a sense of intense dread was born in the hearts of Li Yu and the others.
Unmatchable!
They couldn't even get close!
Their biological instincts were frantically warning the four of them that if they drew any nearer, they would certainly die.
Of course, the four were not afraid of death; they had already cast aside all thoughts of survival by choosing to stay here.
However, they did not wish for their deaths to be meaningless.
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