The Four Color Law Storm raged across the sky, turning the gloomy and somber Ruins of Castlandis upside down.
The people on the small boat below were completely stunned. The black harpoon in the burly man's hand clattered to the deck, but he didn't bend down to pick it up.
These top professionals, who once dominated the Seventh World, finally saw the true extent of this young man's abilities.
Even the most oblivious defensive professionals, seeing the intertwined halos of law above Zhou Huai's head, knew their health bars could be emptied at any mont. Their system panels flashed deadly red warnings frantically, urging them to flee this indescribable monster as quickly as possible.
“The fight just now... he was just using us as sparring partners to test the data of his skills.” The cold-faced young man swallowed hard, his teeth chattering. “If he had gone all out from the start, our health would have been wiped out in less than a second.”
The twin burly n broke out in a cold sweat, recalling how they had actually tried to use physical attacks to fight their opponent head-on—it was like dancing on the scythe of death.
Zhou Huai did not allow them to tremble under this high-dinsional pressure for too long.
With a slight thought, he reduced the amount of magical power he was releasing.
The raging abyssal dragon phantom dissipated, the purple-gold halo of rit dimd, and the countless void blades that flew through the sky disappeared back into the spatial rift. In just a breath, the oppressive feeling that could have crushed the heavens vanished.
Zhou Huai flashed away, deactivated his flying skill, and landed steadily on the dilapidated wooden flatboat.
He even removed his heavy Abyss Blood Battle Armor, changed into a neat black trench coat, and the Abyss Blood Dragon Spear in his hand turned into specks of dark golden light and was stored in the system's storage space.
He had now concealed all his sharpness, appearing like an ordinary professional he could be found anywhere. But no one present dared to underestimate him in the slightest, and even their breathing beca much softer.
Zhou Huai walked to the bow of the boat, his gaze passing over the crowd before finally landing on the gaunt Old Man Mo.
"How about it?"
With his hands in his trench coat pockets, Zhou Huai spoke calmly, "Now, am I qualified to deal with that sea god?"
A sea breeze blew by, and a brief silence fell over the small boat.
The burly man picked up the dropped harpoon, his thick arm still throbbing slightly. He looked at Zhou Huai, lowered his head, and tightened his grip on the harpoon.
"Elder Mo..." The burly man stepped forward and lowered his voice, "If we were to rely on just the few of us, no matter how much ti we spent, we wouldn't be able to wear down that monster's skin. But this powerful figure in the present world, his stats and understanding of the laws have completely exceeded the conventional level."
The sinister-looking young man also joined in, echoing, "Yes, Elder Mo! That power just now... he might possess the explosive damage to kill that monster!"
"We've been holding this position to the death, precisely to prevent the Sea God from reviving and to stop that Duan guy from taking it away!" the two burly twin n, now missing both arms, said through gritted teeth. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Since he's also going to fight that monster, why don't we lead the way for him? This is our only chance to turn the tide in the Seventh World!"
Everyone offered their suggestions.
After Zhou Huai displayed that incredible upper limit of strength, this group of remnants of the old era, who had been trapped in despair for several eras, finally saw a faint glimr of light in the endless darkness.
Despite everyone's persuasion, Old Master Mo still frowned, his weathered face filled with hesitation.
He knew that monster's background all too well.
"Young man, your strength is astonishing." Elder Mo looked at Zhou Huai and cleared his throat. "Each of your abilities, taken individually, would be enough to establish a top-tier guild in the forr Seventh World. But..."
Old Mo sighed and shook his head. "That monster is no ordinary quasi-god level beast. Mr. Duan even pushed its maximum life value to a level that the system cannot quantify."
"Once the battle begins, its skills, even a simple basic attack, will have an instant-kill chanic. Are you confident that you can forcibly deplete its health bar in an environnt with zero margin for error?"
Zhou Huai smiled upon hearing this.
"Whether it can be cleared or not, we'll only know after trying."
He raised his head, looked directly at Elder Mo, and said in a calm tone: "Moreover, you should know better than I do that we don't have much ti to waste now."
Zhou Huai paused for a mont, then threw out a na that was enough to shatter Old Master Mo's psychological defenses: "Mr. Duan... it won't be long before we find the exact coordinates of this ruin."
"If he manages to arrive here first and devour all the fundantal laws within the Sea God's body, thus completing his higher-dinsional divine status, then not only will the present world face a great purge, but you remnants of the Seventh World will also be completely wiped out, and your souls will not even be able to reunite in the data stream."
The re ntion of "Mr. Duan" caused Old Master Mo to stagger.
Yes, the mastermind behind all the disasters is that who lies and sches against the entire world.
If Poseidon falls into Mr. Duan's hands, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Old Mo closed his eyes and took a breath of the salty sea breeze.
When he opened his eyes again, his gaze beca resolute.
"You're right."
Old Mo sighed deeply, "Things have co to this point, we have no choice but to take the risk. We must deal with that monster before that Duan fellow arrives at this ruin!"
He turned to his followers and said in a deep voice, "Hold on tight. We're going to the deepest part of these ruins now!"
Upon hearing Elder Mo's command, the burly man and the others beca solemn, each finding their place and gripping the handrails on the edge of the flatboat.
Zhou Huai stood at the bow of the boat, watching with great interest what Elder Mo would do next.
Old Mo, his body hunched over, walked to an inconspicuous wooden pillar in the center of the flatboat. He stretched out his withered fingers and casually tapped the pillar three tis.
Click—
A crisp click of the chanism engaging rang out.
Imdiately afterwards, the dilapidated wooden flatboat suddenly burst forth with a dazzling azure light.
In Zhou Huai's field of vision, the system's detection panel popped up a series of information, but the data for this small boat was all garbled. This proved that this unassuming little boat was also a top-tier vehicle item crafted by this SSS-level master craftsman!
As the deep blue light spread, intricate array patterns, interwoven with chanical principles and laws, appeared on the wooden hull of the flatboat.
Buzz—!
A semi-transparent blue energy shield rose from all sides of the ship's side, closing in mid-air to completely envelop the entire flatboat from all angles, effectively isolating it from the foul sea breeze and deathly aura.
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