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If all five of those sea kings crashed down, half of Fish-Man Island would be destroyed.
Neptune lay amid the ruins, barely breathing.
He watched the shadows bearing down from above, his heart consumed by despair.
Was Fish-Man Island going to be destroyed today?
Huh?
Was he dreaming?
Why had a point of light suddenly appeared amid the shadows?
That light was so bright.
Its brilliance surpassed anything he had ever seen in his life.
Was this heaven's reward for his lifetime of diligent rule over Fish-Man Island?
Neptune suddenly felt his eyelids grow terribly heavy.
The Masked Man, fleeing with Celestial Dragons hanging all over him and a savage expression on his face, suddenly felt his heart jolt.
An instinctive sense told him that something utterly terrifying was coming.
Something more terrifying than the enormous beasts hurtling down overhead.
At some point, the pressure from above had vanished.
The beasts had all stopped moving, frozen stiff in midair.
In the next instant, boundless majesty descended from above.
It was like the overwhelming might of heaven, carrying a power no mortal could resist.
Yes, mortals.
Under such power, everyone would involuntarily think, I am nothing but a mortal.
They were like a tiny ant at a human's feet, craning its head until it nearly fell off yet still unable to see the human's face.
The inhabitants of Fish-Man Island had no idea what had happened.
But their bodies had minds of their own, trembling uncontrollably.
Their hearts, too, had minds of their own, pounding wildly out of rhythm.
The air around them seemed to have suddenly grown much thinner.
They knew something was about to descend.
And that something was more terrifying than all the enormous beasts still hanging overhead combined.
What they did not know was that the