In the Small Temple in White City, he was a towering Golden Buddha.
In the Great Whirlpool, he was a true Buddha seated serenely upon a rock.
Under the Giant's gaze, however, he was an inconspicuous speck of mud.
Cao Yuan looked up at the enormous face among the clouds, feeling a slight ache in his neck. Rubbing it, he asked, "You're that friend of Jingyang's?"
"A Jia!" The Giant's voice reverberated across the sea like genuine thunder, even drowning out the roar of the Great Whirlpool.
Several more thunderclaps called A Jia followed, stunning an enormous Yaoshou unconscious and clearly conveying his meaning to Cao Yuan.
-Leave this to me. Go do what you need to do.
The Yin Phoenix's Life Tablet had been destroyed, and he had then been struck first by Cao Yuan's saber light and then by the Giant's wooden club. No one knew where beyond the horizon he had fallen; presumably, he had no chance of survival.
The Heavenly Access Killing Formation had lost its Formation Master. Though it remained terrifying, presumably this Giant should be able to handle it.
Cao Yuan agreed with the Giant's decision and turned toward the depths of the sea, yet did not leave, seeming somewhat uncertain.
The Chaotian Continent lay in that direction, but it was far too distant to see.
He had taken only a few dozen breaths to travel from White City into the depths of the sea. That might not sound like much, but in fact, nothing like it had ever happened in history.
This was truly a heaven-shaking power.
It had consumed at least two-thirds of the spiritual qi and mental energy within him, and now rushing back to the shores of the East Sea would be very difficult.
Gales howled, with faint thunder rumbling