The wind came without warning.
Just moments ago, the sea had been a tranquil expanse sealed in ice. Now, it suddenly seemed as though something were stirring it from the depths. The clouds that Judgment had split apart gathered once more, blotting out the cold moonlight illuminating the sea.
The clouds gathered quickly, churning madly like countless black Giant Pythons tangled in the sky, tearing at and devouring one another.
The sea grew even more turbulent.
Driven by the wind, the waves rose higher and higher, so high that even the massive Sumeru Platform bobbed up and down.
This floating platform had been designed with extreme sea conditions in mind and possessed an excellent shock-absorption system. But beneath the violent wind and waves, those systems seemed to have failed. The entire platform was like a fallen leaf in a storm, tossed up, dropped down, tossed up again, then dropped again.
Lu Mingfei felt as though he could barely keep his feet.
Silver-white lightning slithered through the thick clouds like dancing mad dragons. They intertwined, collided, and split apart, tearing the entire sky into countless fragments. Thunder rolled in, heavy and oppressive, like the low growl of some colossal beast from deep within its chest.
Those serpent-like flashes of silver reflected in Caesar's pupils, and his breathing grew rapid. He had seen this before—at the Three Gorges, when Naga and Odin had clashed. That had been a war between gods, a realm humanity could not interfere with.
Wind, water, earth, fire—those fundamental elements that made up the world seemed to have had their order thrown into chaos. They roared, crashed, and slaughtered one another in madness. The boundary between sky and sea blurred.
The storm clouds twisted into a vortex amid their tearing collisions. A scorching light suddenly appeared at its