BOOM!
Lightning flashed and thunder rolled through the lightless black world. Gale winds and torrential rain struck in an instant. The sea seemed to become a furious Goddess, a malevolent abyss. It thrashed its body at will, venting its foul temper on the entire world.
In the gloom, the Golden Princess bobbed amid the raging waves like a tiny skiff, looking as though a towering swell might swallow it at any moment and drag it beneath the Ocean.
Zou Ziming stared at the apocalyptic scene, clutched his head, and fled into the cabin in a panic. His frantic movements sent his livestream shaking violently again, but that did nothing to stop the comments.
"What terrifying power. Just twisting its body in the Ocean is enough to unleash a catastrophe like this..."
"I suddenly thought of the great Three-Altars Sea-Assembly God. When he stirred the Ocean with the Heaven-Shaking Sash, was it like this with Jormungandr, the great Serpent?"
"It's him, it's him, it's him! Our friend, Little Nezha..."
"In the sky, he's more... Forget it, I'm not singing. Am I the only one who wants to know what the streamer is using to broadcast? How is his signal so stable? Streaming from the Pacific Ocean is one thing—plenty of recently released streaming devices can do that. But broadcasting in this weather, with a signal this steady? I'm begging you, tell me the device's name."
"Be careful, streamer!"
"Holy shit, it's a Tsunami! A massive Tsunami! I'm screwed. I live right by the coast!"
Weather satellites belonging to various nations detected the change immediately and sent their data back to meteorological centers. At first glance, the analysts assumed the figures had to be wrong.
"Category five? No, these readings go far beyond that. That's impossible..."
"Is the satellite malfunctioning? Why is