Typhon watched him die in silence, his body swallowed by the sea.
His gaze fell on the famous sword Jin Kunluo, embedded in the ground, as his body slowly returned to its original form.
He reached out and gripped the hilt.
But the sword looked utterly out of place in his enormous hand.
"I'll take it as a trophy. Jin Kunluo is one of the Twenty-One Great Grade Blades. Not bad."
As for the scabbard, Okeanos's violent blow had destroyed it.
He would need to have a new one made if he wanted one.
The Trade Island's High-End Combatants were almost all inside the G-4 Fortress.
Former Admiral Zhikai was dead. As the point of impact where Typhon had landed, the area had not been kind to the other Navy High Command officers nearby, either.
One unlucky Marine Vice Admiral, for instance, lay buried in the rubble, struggling to free himself.
The Flying Cloud Homies in the sky had descended. From their perch, the Monster Legion could see just how terrifying the destruction their King had wrought was.
Some excited monsters and wild beasts copied Typhon and leaped straight down from the sky.
Most of them, however, headed for the Trade Island's port.
Merchant ships and supplies were packed into the port.
Having felt that terrifying impact, their crews were already preparing to flee.
The island's residents scattered in every direction.
The Trade Island's establishment and the Marines' presence had brought them no peace. Instead, they had brought disaster.
Because this was the New World.
But there was no escape.
Monster-men and wild beasts kept dropping from the sky like dumplings into a pot.
Huge splashes erupted across the churning sea.
Some merchant ships were smashed outright.
At the port in particular, the Monster Legion targeted warehouse after warehouse.
"Monsters!