Lugia's figure disappeared into the depths of the ocean, and the almost tangible divine pressure, powerful enough to crush souls, vanished with it. Everyone on the island and aboard the nearby ships felt as though all their strength had been drained away. Many collapsed to the ground, gulping down the air of survival. Yet although the divine pressure had dissipated, the apocalyptic warning Lugia left behind weighed on everyone present like an invisible, icy mountain.
On the bridge of the flagship Tyrant, Giovanni's expression was dark enough to thunder. Through the enormous windows, he stared at the sea, now calm again, suppressed fury and bitter frustration churning in his eyes. His meticulously planned Sea God Treasure capture operation, into which he had poured enormous resources, had ended in complete failure in the very way he least wanted to see. Not only had the so-called "treasure" flown away, but more importantly, he had personally witnessed the terrifying, world-destroying spectacle that power displayed on the verge of losing control.
It left him shaken, but even more than that, it left him with the humiliation of being scorned by a greater power.
Yet what irritated and unsettled him more than the failed plan and the divine power running out of control was the final look Lugia had cast at Ye Li before leaving.
Why?
Giovanni's fingers tapped unconsciously against the armrest, making dull sounds. Why Ye Li? Why that assistant I casually promoted from the research department? In my eyes, despite his little tricks, he was still nothing more than a "tool" I could manipulate at will. What was so special about this tool that the legendary Sea God would single him out after warning all living beings?
Giovanni could not fully decipher the deeper meaning of that glance, but he could clearly