The next instant, the space was replaced.
A flash of white crossed Wangchuan's vision, and then he felt something soft beneath his feet.
He looked down.
Sand.
White, fine sand with a hint of moisture.
He raised his eyes.
Before him, the sea stretched to the horizon, its azure surface glittering in the sunlight.
Behind him stood a dense grove of palm trees, their trunks swaying gently in the wind, their broad leaves rustling as they slapped against one another.
Wangchuan stood where he was, hands in his pockets, tilting his head as he surveyed his surroundings.
Then he gave a short laugh filled with unmistakable pleasure.
"Wow."
"This view."
"Not bad."
He rolled his ankles, feeling the sand beneath his feet, then looked up at the sky overhead, so blue it was almost flawless.
"A tropical beach."
"Palm trees, a beach, blue seas and clear skies."
He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at the distant sea.
"Dagon, if you opened this domain for business, you could get rich just selling tickets."
Dagon stood opposite him.
He had no idea how this person's mind worked.
"You..."
"Aren't you scared?"
His voice was a little steadier than usual, but it still carried that tremor of excessive nervousness.
Wangchuan did not answer.
He merely tilted his head, then glanced at the distant sea.
"But since this is a domain, I assume I'm not just here for the scenery."
"Come on."
He lifted his chin at Dagon.
"Show me your attacks."
Dagon's tentacles snapped taut.
He said nothing more.
The next instant, a change came over the sea beneath Wangchuan's feet.
A shadow rose rapidly from the depths, shaped like a moving wall.
A school of sharks.
Dozens of enormous sharks over five meters long surged up from the seabed, their