Will Kakin Feel Even a Twinge If I Kill You?

Bai Zhu stepped forward across the shattered platform.

Black water poured down through the skylight overhead, hammering the entire King's Port until it trembled. The dome he had just cleaved open had not finished collapsing, yet the water pressure outside was already forcing its way in.

Milluki's voice exploded over the channel.

"Where are you going? That's the circular berth! Those submarines are already retreating!"

"I see them."

"You see them, and you're still chasing them? Don't you know not to pursue a cornered enemy?"

Bai Zhu glanced at the system panel.

[Ryūmon Hōzukimaru Durability: 21%]

He closed the panel.

"Enough."

Milluki fell silent for half a second before cursing even louder.

"Enough for what? Did playing with fire burn your brain out?"

Black water surged to Bai Zhu's feet.

His Reiatsu spread out, creating a pocket of space as the current parted around him.

In the distant circular berth, fifteen submarines were rapidly withdrawing.

The dark crests of the Kakin Royal Family surfaced along their hulls. Their Black Gold coating began changing color, making their outlines on the sonar screen flicker between clear and vanished.

Milluki hammered at his keyboard over the channel so hard it sounded like the keys were about to fly off.

"They've activated electromagnetic suppression! Once they enter the old channel, I won't be able to catch them!"

Bai Zhu looked up.

The submarine in the middle was larger than the others, with a circle of sacrificial inscriptions carved into its bow. The projection of the sacrificial fleet officer that had disappeared earlier flickered again across a shattered wall.

"Golden Candle Envoy."

The sacrificial fleet officer's voice had recovered somewhat.

"Your condition is deteriorating."

Bai Zhu ignored the irritating bastard. He would soon be reduced to a bloody mist anyway.

The sacrificial fleet