At that moment, not a sound stirred across the sea battlefield for a hundred miles around. The youth who had suddenly emerged from beneath the water and planted his feet upon the Sea Spirit General now surveyed all around him with an imperious gaze, as though none could rival him.
Amid this stifling atmosphere, unlike the "safe" Sea Spirit Generals far across the battlefield, the sea spirits close to this god of slaughter were terrified. As Xing Yan held his sword and gazed into the distance, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, a gigantic Octopus Demon in the water not far beneath his feet was pouring cold sweat.
This is bad! I was just trying to sneak up and lend Lord Wu a hand. Who knew I'd get trapped here instead!
Where Wu Zhiqi had fallen, the waves had ceased their rise and fall, and the seawater beside his ship-sized corpse had frozen solid. A thick layer of ice had formed across the sea around him. This unlucky eight-armed Octopus Demon had failed to escape in time, and now that he had recovered his wits a little, he discovered that he truly had "a hand" frozen fast in the ice!
I'm far too close to him!!
His tiny eyes occasionally darted over the youth's tall, straight figure. Though the gigantic Octopus Demon measured more than a dozen fathoms with his limbs spread, cold sweat streamed from him. He felt that neither Heaven nor Earth would answer his cries, and had no idea what to do. Still, he was a trusted favorite of Frost City, and after a brief panic, he immediately devised a means of escape. He began struggling stealthily in the seawater, preparing to imitate the "brave man who severs his own wrist." Whatever happened, he would sacrifice a tentacle