The seabed began to crack, and lava gushed from the fissures. The mountains on both sides of the Trench began to landslide, ten-thousand-ton boulders crashing down with a roar. The entire seafloor was shaking, as if an invisible giant hand were stirring this world.
A vast Spirit Word domain began to spread, and the nine-headed serpent felt an extreme sense of crisis.
It could see the black earth element surging violently—this flow was not the chaotic turbulence caused by its own outpouring of power just now, but a flow with order, with purpose, precisely controlled by some will.
Even though it possessed terrifying power, it was not the true White King after all—it had neither the White King's authority nor the White King's wisdom.
And it had only just hatched, its body still in its infancy. Its scales were tough, but not yet thick enough; its muscles and bones were strong, but not yet solid enough; its nine heads were vicious, but not yet in perfect harmony.
It was a "god," yet the most fragile of "gods."
Faced with this terrifying attack that could endanger its life, its first thought was to flee.
A true powerhouse knew how to judge the situation, how to preserve strength, how to—when necessary—turn and run.
It commanded the spirit element, using spirit to drive the seawater. That force pushed its body, letting its enormous form move swiftly through the deep sea at an astonishing speed, like a streak of black lightning.
Xia Mi's dance continued. Her figure was so graceful, yet filled with a sense of strength, her vigorous motion like an azure dragon turning around.
The Giant Python fled quickly, but not as quickly as the rapidly expanding Spirit Word domain.
Spirit Word: Shiva's Karma Dance!
This was the dance of world destruction.