The South Sea was shrouded in thick dark clouds, turning day into night.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Torrential rain poured down, while a hurricane whipped up countless towering waves across the sea.
After sending the fleet away, Song Mei returned to the South Sea once more and found Li Yu and the others.
The typhoon she had originally diverted had appeared again, and all four of them were caught in the raging winds and waves.
But they no longer had the mood to care about anything else. All four stared ahead in utter horror.
The gloomy sky and thick curtain of rain obstructed their vision, making it impossible to see very far.
But the four Strategic-Class ability users' sight was entirely unobstructed. Their gazes pierced through every barrier and fell on the very center of the storm.
A gigantic, unidentified creature was slowly rising from the sea.
Just how huge was it?
It could only be described as a mountain—the Himalayas.
Although the creature's body was certainly nowhere near as large as the Himalayas, the sheer force it exuded was even more terrifying than the world's highest mountain.
There was no doubt about it. This was an Evil God, one that had already escaped from the Gate.
Even though they were dozens of kilometers away, the moment they saw it, a powerful feeling of terror arose in the hearts of all four.
It was impossible to fight!
They couldn't even get close!
Their instincts were frantically warning them that if they approached, they would die.
Of course, the four of them weren't afraid of death. By staying here, they had already put their lives on the line.
But they didn't want to die for nothing, either.
At that moment, even Li Jianbin, the most resolute of them, didn't order