The wait before a great battle always seemed so long. Amid all the tension, there was even a trace of excitement. With these strange, tangled feelings stirring within him, the youth from Raozhou who had once eked out a living in the streets finally awaited the arrival of the South Sea's supernatural army. By then, the morning sun had vanished, black clouds hung like ink, and rain poured in torrents. In that heart-stopping moment, even the vast sea beneath his feet seemed suddenly to have gained awareness, scented danger, and begun to churn uneasily. The wind boiled and the waves raged; standing in the shallows, the youth seemed liable to be swept away by the treacherous wind and waves if his footing faltered even once.
Listening to the eerie wind, Xing Yan struggled to steady himself and peered out from behind the reef. Whether by coincidence or not, just as he stretched his head out and gazed into the distance, a thread of shimmering light appeared where the surging, ink-black sea met the sky. At first it was pale and slender, then it grew brighter and broader. In an instant, as though thunder had exploded in the unseen heavens, boom! Tens of millions of divinely imposing armored soldiers and ferocious flood dragons seemed to materialize at the horizon, surging toward Hidden Wave Isle like a tidal wave!
Needless to say, the survivors who had slipped through the net from the Wolf Spider and Sea Ox Clans had already carried news of the fall of Hidden Wave and Wave-Calming Isles back to the South Sea Dragon Clan.
When the South Sea Aquatic Tribe attacked, the Four Rivers Dragon Army, already waiting in battle formation outside Hidden Wave Isle, did not hesitate. They rose to meet the enemy from the sky, the