Mountain and Sea Clash

The atmosphere in the Sea Shark Gang's rest area was as oppressive as the deep sea before a storm. Whale Fall slowly removed his outer robe, every movement meticulous, as though he were performing some ritual. His lean, iron-cast upper body was laid bare. Across his bronze skin, aside from the savage old scars that recorded countless life-and-death battles, strange dark-blue patterns faintly emerged and slowly swam like living things. This was the sign of the Abyssal Demon Whale martial soul becoming active. His gaze was terrifyingly sinister. Li Xuansheng's earlier crushing defeat of Whale Surge had been like an invisible slap, viciously striking the faces of him and everyone in the Sea Shark Gang. Humiliation needed to be washed away with blood, and the finest sacrifice was the Li Family powerhouse across from him, equally steady as a mountain.

"Big Brother," Whale Surge rasped, supported by others, blood still staining the corner of his mouth and his aura weak. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and lingering fear. "I'm sorry, Big Brother... Be careful of the Li Family. That Li Xuansheng's strength was strange. It wasn't merely powerful. It was... it was the kind that left you with nowhere to exert force."

Whale Fall did not turn around. He merely let out a bone-chilling snort through his nose. "Trash." The two words were not loud, yet they seemed to lower the temperature throughout the entire Sea Shark Gang rest area by several degrees. Whether he was reproaching Whale Surge's disgraceful defeat or venting the fury churning within him was unknown. He took a step forward, and the bluestone floor, reinforced with Soul Power, actually let out a faint groan. A deep, viscous pressure, as though it came from the bottom of an endless abyss, began to spread like the