The Ocean Lord Is Unusually Powerful

Chapter 693: Hehehe!

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

A serene and tranquil atmosphere filled with beautiful melodies in the club was suddenly disrupted by a piercing alarm, accompanied by cries of horror and distress.

The intricately carved white marble relief sculptures were pockmarked, and the elven statues in the fountain lay shattered, leaving only fragmented feet. The meticulously tended flora and fauna seemed ravaged, as if swept away by a storm.

“Enemy attack!”

“Quick, stop this monster! Don’t let it harm the nobles inside!”

The defending elven soldiers rushed forward in formation, but with a casual wave, the shadowy figure enveloped in black mist sent them flying, crashing heavily into the walls.

This creature was highly focused, breaking through each layer of defense and charging straight towards the interior of the club. No elven soldier could impede its advance; even a rare-tier hero who heard the commotion and rushed over nearby was swatted away like a ball.

“What kind of monster is this!?” A elven soldier gritted his teeth, watching as the malicious mist around the creature seemed to solidify, especially those eyes, seemingly the most evil in the world, which just staring at them made him feel stiff and cold all over.

He had only felt such terrifying pressure from heritage-level experts, no, this was even stronger than legacy-tier!

Watching his comrades being knocked away one by one, he suppressed his inner fear and yelled, gripping his weapon and charging forward as if to bolster his courage.

Crack!

The elven weapon, forged of elven steel, was sliced apart like tofu. He was sent flying tens of meters by a tremendous force, crashing into the nearby bushes.

Spitting out blood, feeling like his ribs were shattered countless times, his arms twisted grotesquely, and his body limp, he could only watch in horror as the monster approached the gate.

Amid the desperate gazes of many elven soldiers, the black mist monster boldly broke through the final outer defense line, charging in like a raging bull.

The faceless monster looked at the terrified elven nobles inside the club, as if recalling something, and let out a hoarse, eerie laugh.

“Hehehe, finally found you. I’ll make you feel the pain we’ve endured for hundreds of thousands of years!”

“Who are you!? This is Silvermoon Holy City! If you dare to cause trouble, you will become the enemy of the entire Elven Empire!” Some elven nobles shouted in horror.

“Who am I? It seems that hundreds of thousands of years of comfortable living have made you forget about us.” The monster chuckled again. “But it doesn’t matter. After today, you will know who we are.”

The black mist of the monster spread rapidly like a tide, flooding the entire club like water pouring into a leaky boat, shrouding it in thick black mist, rendering it pitch black and disorienting.

Fear spread instantly throughout this space.

The monster seemed to revel in the fear and unease of the elven nobles, its unsettling voice echoing as if whispered directly into their ears. Accompanied by a piercing scream, several elven nobles were horrified to find a venerable old man beside them already cleaved in two, his intestines spilling out from the gash, the pungent smell of blood assaulting their senses.

Their faces paled. This was the lord of White Sands Harbor, who had reigned over the region for centuries with unshakable power and wealth, now slain here?

White Sands Harbor was likely to fall into turmoil.

But soon, they pushed these thoughts aside and turned to their own safety.

The monster continued to hover around them, seemingly pondering who to strike next.

They still had long lives ahead of them, countless riches and resources to enjoy. No one wanted to die here, inexplicably and without purpose.

“What are the guards doing!? Come and kill this monster… Ah!!”

Another scream heightened the terror of the other elven nobles. This monster wasn’t just killing for the sake of it; it was randomly selecting victims among them. One died here, another there, with no pattern.

Some of the more skilled elves attempted to unite against it, but without exception, they were dispatched by the monster’s preternatural skill, their defenses shattered by its sharp edges.

In just a few short minutes, they felt unbearably tormented, trembling with fear, each dreading that the next victim would be themselves.

The evil, sinister voice echoed.

“Hehehe, after hundreds of thousands of years, have you elves become so weak? Unable to withstand even a single blow from me. Well, I’m tired of playing. Let me send you on your final journey… Damn it!”

Suddenly, a beam of light pierced through the pervading black mist, illuminating the surroundings as if dispelling darkness. The monstrously evil creature appeared on the dance floor not far away.

Under the light, the black mist surrounding it weakened, faintly revealing arms and legs that seemed less than human, as well as a shattered horn.

Sometime during this chaos, the roof had vanished, and the majestic figure of Elin hovered in the air, looking down with an air of authority, her eyes seeming to emit sharp, tangible gazes. “Bold demon, dare you escape from the depths of chaos, intrude upon our clan’s holy city, and slay our people!? Hasn’t the demon race had enough of the pain of defeat over hundreds of thousands of years?”

The creature called demon chuckled sinisterly. “Our race has been planning for tens of thousands of years for this resurgence.. Moreover, with these worthless elves, how can they hinder the rise of our race?”