As the Sea King thrashed on the surface, it sent spray dozens of meters into the air. Towering waves soon formed and surged toward Island.
The residents along the shore cried out and ran for the town in panic.
The waves uprooted every plant along the shore and smashed several moored fishing boats to pieces.
But no one cared about that now. Surviving an attack by a giant Sea King was reason enough to be thankful.
Werther was still on the giant Sea King's back. It had no hope of shaking him off: not only had he driven Intent Blood into it, but electricity now flashed beneath his feet, holding him firmly to its back.
The giant Sea King sensed the terrifying human on its back draining its vitality with his two weapons, and fear overwhelmed it.
If it could speak, it would probably have begged for mercy.
The Sea King's thrashing had left Werther dizzy, but he was otherwise fine. He had also discovered that Intent Blood was the perfect counter to creatures this huge. No matter their size, it would eventually drain them dry, and they would die all the same.
And with its enormous, unwieldy body, the Sea King had no way to deal with him.
Werther could take his time. It could not. It already felt strength slowly leaving its body. Before long, the mighty giant Sea King would be nothing but a giant piece of dried fish.
Realizing this, the Sea King knew it could not go on like this. It stopped rolling, turned, and swam toward the deep sea.
Werther gave a cold laugh. The Sea King had finally caught on. Before it submerged, he took a deep breath.
The Sea King had realized it could never shake Werther off its back. Its intelligence,