The seawater slowly changed from inky blue back to deep blue, the thick, ink-like color rapidly fading as though it had dispersed with the departure of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.
The Wave Chaser remained silent for a long time.
Feng Xiaotian was the first to find his voice. He asked stiffly, "What was that just now?"
Huo Wu's lips moved, but no sound came out. Shui Yue'er poked half her head out of the cabin, her face deathly pale, and whispered, "That was terrifying..."
Bing Yekong did not answer Feng Xiaotian's question. He stood at the rail, looking toward where the dark red phantom had vanished, the shock in his heart taking a long time to settle.
In that instant, the aura of that phantom had felt far too familiar.
He had spent two years in Slaughter City. After a hundred life-and-death battles, his perception of killing intent had been carved into his bones.
The aura surrounding that dark red phantom was identical to the God of Slaughter Domain that had just formed within him, only hundreds or thousands of times more intense. It was a primal aura, one that belonged to the master of the God of Slaughter Domain.
Asura God.
When that name surfaced, Bing Yekong's heartbeat quickened by two beats.
He did not say it aloud, but the guess in his heart was already more or less confirmed.
Only a god could frighten off the Deep Sea Demon Whale King with a single glance.
And the murderous aura emanating from that phantom was exactly like the scent of blood and iron in Slaughter City, perfectly matching the divine attribute of the Asura God.
Ever since returning from the Far North, an indescribable sense of unease deep within his Sea of Spirit had weighed on his