"Whew..." Who knew how long had passed before a column of water shot into the sky from the surface of the North Sea. Xiao Hua flew out of the seabed in utter disarray, yet he had only lingered for several breaths when even more chaotic Primordial Qi than before swept through the air, mixed with enormous pillars of wind. Cracks spread across his body like a spiderweb, terrifying him so badly that he could not remain in midair at all. His figure plunged back into the sea. Above the entire ocean, crimson clouds, gale winds as solid as substance, and towering waves that blanketed the whole horizon seemed determined to strangle every living thing in this world.
"Damn it..." As Xiao Hua fell into the sea and desperately steadied himself with the Fire Evasion Technique, he hurriedly thought, This Crimson Fury... is actually this powerful! No wonder that without a dragon ship, even someone as strong as Ao Jing dared not return to the Dragon Palace. Those old sea clans lingering in Feather Spirit Bay were probably afraid of these Crimson Furies as well, weren't they? Now that the dragon ship has been destroyed, the Dongtian River Dragon race has certainly suffered grievous losses, but the sea clans from the North Sea Dragon Palace aboard that ship might not have many survivors either. This Xiao may have temporarily escaped the dragon ship, but if I cannot preserve my life amidst the ravaging Crimson Fury, I will ultimately still perish in the North Sea! Could the warning omen have referred to this Crimson Fury?
As Xiao Hua racked his brains for a way out, he fled onward for several more hours before finally bursting up from the seabed again. This time, however, he had learned his lesson. The instant he emerged,