It was not killing intent, but a sense of vastness.
It was like standing on the shore and gazing into the depths of a boundless ocean, knowing something was down there, yet unable to see the bottom or guess just how large that thing was.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King hesitated.
Should he keep descending?
Reason told him he should not.
A clever hunter would not rashly approach prey he knew nothing about.
But curiosity was stirring too.
He had lived for a million years.
A million years.
In that ocean on the Douluo Continent, he was the absolute king.
Nothing could make his scales tighten on their own.
Nothing could make his instincts sound a warning.
But something here could.
In the deepest reaches of this unfamiliar sea, there was a being that could put the million-year-old Demon Whale King instinctively on guard.
Just what was that thing?
Curiosity won.
Slowly, inch by inch, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King continued sinking.
Twenty-five thousand zhang.
Thirty thousand zhang.
That presence was growing clearer.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's body was tensing involuntarily, every muscle taut, ready to turn and flee at any moment.
Thirty-five thousand zhang.
Forty thousand zhang.
The terrain of the seabed began to change.
It was no longer flat sand and silt; massive reefs and underwater mountain ranges appeared in great numbers.
Those reefs had strange shapes, looking less like natural formations and more like something had wrenched them straight out of the seabed with tremendous force.
Some of the reefs still bore deep gouges.
Each gouge was dozens of zhang long, arranged in neat rows.
They looked like... claw marks.
Very, very large claw marks.
Looking at those claw marks, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's enormous pupils contracted slightly.
He compared his