Facing the threat of at least several dozen Great Old Ones whose strength rivaled his own!
Asamoth still wore an expression of utter disdain!
At that moment.
At last, one hot-tempered Great Old One could no longer endure Asamoth's outrageous price gouging and struck!
This Great Old One resembled a crab, exuding the thick, viscous aura of the ocean.
The Crab Lord, Basan!
He was a famous Great Old One who had once wielded tremendous power among the oceanic beings.
After Cthulhu had been sealed by the stars, he was practically the only presentable entity left among those representing the source of the water rules!
His strength was that of a genuine Middle Great Old One!
Of course, he could not compare to those two sneaky bastards, Hastur and the Mysterious Lord.
His strength was that of a bona fide first-stage Primordial Origin Golden Immortal!
Now Basan brandished his two enormous pincers, stirring the viscous Water Rule Power throughout his body into an oceanic tsunami!
Against this strike, Asamoth, who merely stood out among the lower Great Old Ones, would be utterly helpless. He did not even qualify to withstand it head-on!
Yet contrary to every Great Old One's expectations, Asamoth remained expressionless, without the slightest panic. He even had time to make a few taunting gestures!
"You're courting death!"
Seeing Asamoth beckon at him with a finger several times, the already hot-tempered Basan could no longer hold himself back.
True oceanic power surged throughout his body like a rising tide!
It was as though all the water in the Pacific Ocean had been poured into that single strike!
"Tch, trash. I could finish you in a second without even lifting a finger!"
Once again, Asamoth said something that, to every Great Old One listening, was practically a declaration of