Lin Ye looked at the little whale sobbing beneath his foot, without the slightest trace of pity.
"Surrender? I don't need an old whale as a mount."
Lin Ye began applying pressure with his foot.
"Goodbye, old bastard."
Crack.
A crisp sound of breaking bone rang out through the silent arena.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's tiny body convulsed violently beneath Lin Ye's foot.
Its enormous eyes were filled with extreme terror, unwillingness, and despair.
It wanted to struggle, wanted to resist, but the strength of its six-year-old form was less than that of an ant before Lin Ye.
Pfft!
Lin Ye suddenly exerted force with his foot, crushing the little red whale's head outright.
Blood splattered across the black arena floor.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, the terrifying sea beast that had ruled the Demon Whale Sea for three hundred thousand years and possessed cultivation nearing a million years, died in humiliation within this strange space.
The instant the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King died, that cold, mechanical voice echoed through the space once more.
"Battle over. Victor: Lin Ye."
The moment the voice fell silent, the endless darkness around them began rapidly collapsing.
The arena shattered, and space twisted.
Lin Ye's vision blurred as a sensation of weightlessness overtook him.
The next second, he found himself back on the surface of the sea.
The sky remained overcast, and the sea breeze blew.
Not far ahead of Lin Ye, a mountain of flesh floated on the water.
It was the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's original enormous two-hundred-meter-long corpse.
Its huge single eye was wide open, utterly devoid of life.
Blood poured from the wound on its back, dyeing the seawater for several miles around into a thick, dark red.
An incredibly dense stench of blood filled