Chapter 263: Sea Soul Beast Attack

Chapter 263: Chapter 263: Sea Soul Beast Attack

The West Sea.

Where the sea met the sky, the twilight glowed a blood-red hue.

Hundreds of warships drifted haphazardly across the vast expanse of the ocean, resembling fallen leaves scattered by a storm.

Dai Weisi stood at the prow of the flagship, his hands gripping the gunwale so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The sea wind howled, making his cloak snap and flutter wildly, yet it could not blow away the gloom etched upon his face.

He gazed toward the direction of the mainland.

Over there—in the direction of Star Luo City—not a single light could be seen anymore.

Only endless darkness remained.

That had been his home.

That represented everything he had once believed he would never lose.

"I will return!"

He gritted his teeth; his voice was torn to shreds by the wind, yet the bitterness of his defeat—like a poisoned blade—pierced deep into his heart.

Zhu Zhuyun stood beside him, her black robes pressed tight against her body by the sea wind, accentuating her slender, graceful curves. Gone was the alluring charm that once graced her features, leaving behind only weariness and haggardness.

"Dai Weisi, what do we do now?" Her voice was hoarse, tinged with a hint of bewilderment.

Dai Weisi took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil churning within him.

"First, we head to Devil Island. Dai Yuhao said it is a place easy to defend but difficult to attack—a natural fortress, an impregnable stronghold. We will rebuild Star Luo there, amass our strength, and then launch a counterattack against the mainland!"

As he spoke, a glint of cold ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Zhu Zhuyun looked at him but remained silent.

Just then, the lookout perched atop the mast suddenly let out a terrified shout.

"Your Highness! General! Something is approaching! Underwater! There are so many of them!"

Everyone turned their gaze toward the sea surface in unison.

Amidst the twilight gloom, several massive dark shapes could be faintly discerned beneath the water, closing in rapidly.

Each of these dark shapes measured over ten meters in length; moving with incredible speed, they carved white trails of foam through the seawater. Dai Yuhao’s expression shifted abruptly as he shouted sternly, "It’s a Sea Soul Beast! At least ten thousand years old!"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch: "Ready the Heavy Ballistae! Soul Master Squads, prepare for action! Protect His Highness!"

The sailors scrambled to man the ballistae, aiming the arm-thick bolts toward the sea.

The Soul Masters unleashed their Martial Souls in unison; rings of various colors lit up across the deck, casting an eerie, kaleidoscopic glow.

But the speed of those dark shapes was simply too great.

"Boom—!!!"

A massive tentacle burst from beneath the waves, violently coiling around the mast of a warship and dragging the entire vessel into a perilous tilt!

Screaming in terror, the sailors aboard tumbled into the water, instantly swallowed up by the churning, blood-stained depths below!

"It’s a Ten-Thousand-Year Deep Sea Demon Octopus! At least three of them!" A note of dread crept into Dai Yuhao’s voice.

"Attention, everyone! Do not let the tentacles ensnare you! Soul Master Squads—strike at the base of the tentacles!"

Battle erupted in an instant.

Dozens of Soul Masters struck simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of Soul Skills toward the dark shapes lurking beneath the waves.

Thunder boomed, flames surged, and ice shards flew; the sea churned violently as spray flew high, the water turning a dark, crimson hue.

Yet, these ten-thousand-year-old Sea Soul Beasts possessed hides so thick and tough that ordinary attacks were utterly incapable of inflicting fatal damage.

A Demon Octopus’s tentacle swept across the water, smashing a warship into splinters!

Another colossal Sea Soul Beast—resembling a giant whale—leapt from the depths, opening its gaping, blood-red maw to swallow an entire ship—crew and all—in a single gulp!

Screams of agony, cries of alarm, and the roar of explosions intertwined to form a macabre symphony of death.

Dai Weisi activated his Martial Soul—the White Tiger—causing his Soul Rings to flare to life as he rushed to the ship’s railing.

Exerting every ounce of his strength, he slashed out with a claw, tearing through an incoming tentacle; dark green blood gushed forth, splattering all over him.

"Your Highness! Step back!" Dai Yuhao rushed to his side and yanked him backward.

"You are the hope of the Star Luo Empire; you cannot take such risks!"

Gritting his teeth, Dai Weisi watched the soldiers being slaughtered and the warships sinking beneath the waves, his eyes filled with anguish.

The battle raged for nearly an hour.

When the last of the demonic octopuses finally sank to the ocean floor, the Star Luo Navy had already lost a third of its warships and personnel.

Floating upon the surface of the sea were shattered timbers, corpses, tattered banners, and vast patches of dark crimson blood.

Standing at the bow of his ship, Dai Yuhao tallied the surviving vessels, his face ashen.

The Star Luo Navy had never possessed any experience in deep-ocean warfare to begin with. Their duties had previously been limited to patrolling coastal borders and skirmishing with pirates in nearshore waters. Yet now—having barely ventured out into the open sea—they had already suffered such heavy losses in both ships and men.

How were they to proceed from here?

Dai Weisi stood at the bow, gazing out at the sea stained crimson with blood, and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he turned around and walked into the cabin.

"Press on."

His voice was hoarse, yet resolute.

The fleet set sail once more, steering toward the unknown, dark horizons that lay ahead.

...

High above the celestial dome.

The Divine Realm.

It was a world that transcended the wildest imaginings of mortals.

A sea of ​​clouds surged and swirled, shimmering with iridescent light.

Enveloped within this dreamlike, ethereal glow stood a palace of deep azure.

Inside the palace...

The Sea God sat upon his throne, clad in divine robes of ocean-blue; his countenance was both handsome and majestic.

Suspended before him was a shimmering screen of water, displaying the very scene of the naval fleet—Dai Weisi’s fleet—as it had just come under attack by the Sea Soul Beasts.

His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his throne, and a flicker of complex emotion crossed his eyes.

At that very moment...

A crimson beam of light suddenly erupted within the palace hall.

The light was scorching and domineering, radiating an intense, razor-sharp killing intent. As the crimson glow dissipated, a towering figure was revealed.

The Asura God. Clad in dark crimson divine robes, his countenance was stern, his brow bearing an air of haughty disdain for the world beneath him. Those blood-red eyes seemed capable of seeing through every illusion.

The Sea God frowned slightly, his tone tinged with displeasure: "Asura, what brings you here? And another thing—stop appearing so abruptly inside my palace every single time!"

A playful smile curled at the corners of his lips: "What if you happened to walk in on me in the middle of something... pleasant? You’d have to take responsibility for that, you know!"

The Asura God paid no heed to his teasing.

He walked over to the Sea God’s side, his gaze settling upon the shimmering water curtain.

"The Dragon God’s return to his rightful seat is now inevitable," he stated flatly.

"What do you intend to do?"

The Sea God’s smile froze ever so slightly.

The Dragon God.

That was the sole position of Supreme God-King in this entire universe.

Once the divine inheritance was complete, the core authority of the Divine Realm would certainly not pass up the opportunity to latch onto such a powerful asset.

With a Supreme God-King in their ranks, the Divine Realm could ascend to new heights; expanding its dominion would become a trivial matter.

Therefore, the core authority of the Divine Realm would undoubtedly welcome Jiang Bai into their fold.

And the God of Destruction—who had long yearned to expand the Divine Realm—would likewise throw his support behind Jiang Bai’s entry.

The Sea God waved his hand, dispelling the water curtain, then leaned back against his chair with a languid air.

"What else is there to do? Just keep slacking off, I suppose."

He shrugged. "I haven’t caused him any trouble, after all. Once the time comes, I’ll simply find a suitable successor, and then I’ll be free to roam the universe."

He turned his gaze toward the Asura God, a glint of mischief flashing in his eyes.

"Speaking of which... didn’t he happen to pick up your Asura Demon Sword? What are you going to do about that?"

The Asura God’s eyelid twitched almost imperceptibly.

He remained silent for a moment.

Of course, he could easily—and silently—retrieve the Asura Demon Sword from Jiang Bai’s spatial soul tool right now. But if Jiang Bai were to ascend to the Divine Realm and discover what had happened...

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