Over the Pacific Ocean, black clouds loomed like a siege.
Waves rose a hundred meters high, like an advancing black city wall.
Atop that wall, nine Black-Scaled Flood Dragons over a hundred meters long, all at Core Formation, pulled an enormous throne forged from ten-thousand-year mystic ice.
Kunpeng sat upon it, his black-and-gold cloak snapping in the gale. The dark gold vertical mark between his brows radiated a cold disdain for all beneath him.
Below, densely packed shadows tore through the sea's surface.
Mountain-sized Giant Crabs, Deep-Sea Demon Octopuses with kilometer-long tentacles, schools of Bloodthirsty Frenzy Sharks... a hundred thousand Sea Tribe elites had turned out in full force.
"Your Majesty, the humans' first island chain lies ahead," Commander Azure Flood Dragon reported respectfully from beside the throne.
Kunpeng did not even lift his eyelids. "Crush straight through. Kill anyone who stands in our way."
Japan, in the waters east of Honshu Island.
Ever since Chen Lin had flattened the Prime Minister's Official Residence with Purple Firmament Divine Thunder, and Mount Fuji's eruption had buried half the country, Little Japan had descended into anarchy, carved up by rival warlords.
The remnants of the Third Escort Flotilla at Yokosuka Naval Base had become the last "overlord" of these waters.
Aboard the flagship, the helicopter destroyer Izumo.
Colonel Yamamoto, the fleet's acting supreme commander and a fanatical right-wing extremist, held a cup of coffee as he watched the radar screen.
Suddenly, a piercing alarm rang throughout the bridge.
"Colonel! Radar has detected a massive tsunami due east! It's a hundred and twenty meters high! It's approaching the mainland at a terrifying three hundred kilometers per hour!" The radar operator's voice cracked with sheer panic.
"A tsunami?" Yamamoto frowned deeply and hurried to the window.
He picked up a pair of high-powered