Countless streams of demonic power gushed like spring water from the demon cave, sustaining those unusual currents.
They barred General Lei's way, stretching across the waves like a vast, invisible net woven from countless transparent ropes.
Wherever the lightning on General Lei's great spear reached, the seawater steamed and vaporized with a sizzling hiss.
Yet the moment the spearhead came within ten feet of the lean man, countless snares formed from currents surged forth, holding his spear firmly in place.
Behind a vast, transparent net almost invisible to the naked eye, the lean man watched General Lei at his leisure, as though watching a trapped beast struggle:
"When you made that decision, you should have understood that you had to kill me today. Only if I die can the Crossing Waves I've used be called a fake.
"If you fail to break my battle formation today, you, Lei Chuanyun, will be branded the instigator of the Dragon Palace's internal strife!
"Your master Ao Han is nothing but a reckless brute, all courage and no brains, who knows only how to dominate through force.
"He never even considered that, by mustering troops with such fanfare, he had already laid his treasonous designs on the throne bare before the Dragon King!
"He's already lost the dragon princes' succession struggle before he's even truly begun!"
"Utter nonsense!" General Lei roared, frantically driving the demonic power within him, condensing the lightning on his great spear into even more terrifying plasma as he forced his way through the transparent net, inch by arduous inch.
Clenching his teeth, he glared at the unhurried lean man thirty feet away and roared furiously, "You scheming rat skulking in dark corners! You dare insult my master!"
At those words, the lean man threw back his head and laughed:
"Oh,