Wood splintered and flew as the hull tilted. The fishing boat flipped right over like a tin can kicked by a giant.
The crew tumbled into the sea like dumplings dropped into a pot, flailing in the water and shouting something in shrill, terrified voices.
The other boats were slapped over as well. The fishermen from the Southern Monkey Country had no time to react before they all plunged into the cold sea, thrashing desperately and crying out in despair.
The sight stunned every local fisherman on shore, along with everyone aboard the dozen or so fishing boats that had just arrived to help.
Everyone stared at the sea, eyes wide and mouths hanging open in disbelief. The entire coastline fell silent in an instant, leaving only the roar of the waves and the faint cries for help from the water.
They had never seen anything so terrifying. That enormous tail, that world-shattering power—it was beyond anything they could comprehend!
The fishermen who had come to help went deathly pale. At the sight of the enormous shadow in the sea, they hurried to turn their boats around and flee, terrified they would be attacked next.
But after overturning the fishing boats, the enormous dragon tail slowly withdrew beneath the water. The vast shadow that blotted out the sky paid no further attention to the other vessels.
With a deep, ancient dragon roar that pierced the clouds and made their eardrums ache, it gradually sank to the seabed and vanished completely.
The shadow on the water slowly shrank and disappeared. The wind began blowing again, and waves rippled across the sea once more, as though nothing had happened.
But the overturned boats were still there, as were the Southern Monkey Country fishermen who had fallen into the sea.
The pier remained