Even Doringger, the Sovereign of the East Sea, was sowhat at a loss in the face of such a scene.
But he had already been locked down by the magic technique.
It was as if an invisible pair of massive hands were pressing him down, and his consciousness began to blur, as though he was in a state between dream and wakefulness.
Yet, with his terrifying willpower, he forced himself to calm his mind, suppressing the surge of weariness that seed to co from beyond the Netherworld.
Doringger tried to turn his neck to look back and see what was pressing him down, using all his strength, his whole body was convulsing.
He struggled enormously to look back.
But the force pressing down on him was so kind of divine power. His head turned with extre difficulty over a slight arc, but he could see nothing except darkness, like a corner of the door to the Netherworld.
Everyone on the bay shore was confused and disoriented, subdued by the commotion.
Imdiately thereafter,
Izumi and Mo Yutong had already fainted and collapsed on the ground, appearing to have organ damage, still vomiting fresh blood from their mouths.
Fen was also completely drained of energy, tying a knot on the stele bag with her last bit of strength, leaning against a tree, her gaze completely scattered and out of focus, vomiting subconsciously, clawing at the tree, spewing a large puddle of blood.
A thunderous explosion shook the world.
It was then that the thunderbolt struck, the murky storm pouring down like the Milky Way reversed, the relentless wind swaying the leaves ceaselessly, threatening to break the branches.
The Resentnt Evil Spear hadn’t even shown its shadow, yet it had already pierced through everything.
The rolling black clouds in the sky were cleaved into two halves, with a stream of light pouring down from the gap in the heavens.
The sea was pushed aside from the center, and on the Sea God ship, hundreds of sails were all torn apart from the middle, shattered like a rose in bloom, countless white sails falling onto the sea surface, creating gigantic waves.
All the sea monster tentacles stopped thrashing as well, under the influence of the stele they were all limp and powerlessly smashed onto the bay shore, either not making it back to the sea.
Under Doringger’s feet, the Holy Spirit Statue’s Red Crystal had completely shattered, no longer supporting the firing of the Magic Ship Cannon, and Doringger himself had beco a bloodied man, his eyes reddened, vomiting blood from his mouth, watching the wound on his chest and abdon spurting blood, subconsciously using his hand to cover it.
Following that, he stumbled a few steps on the spot, and finally, he toppled from the Sea God into the sea.
Old Wei and Ernie were sowhat stunned.
Shadi recovered from the dizziness and nausea and looked toward the very front of the Sea God’s stern line, where Doringger’s figure had disappeared.
It was over...
Just as Shadi, Swan, and the others had thought so.
Bang!
A terrifyingly formidable figure leaped energetically from the rocks at the bottom of the sea, heavily crashing on the bay shore, the seawater washing away the blood from his body.
Now Doringger, truly enraged, couldn’t believe that soone had actually managed to destroy his years of foundation.
"Truly powerful..."
Doringger could not imagine that had he been in an unguarded state and subjected to such an attack, he would be beyond any hope of revival.
He shed the white fur cloak soaked by the sea water, wearing beneath it a Chain Armor forged from innurable exotic tals.
This was once a state gift to a certain dynasty from the Eternal Sect during their preaching expedition to the Far East Islands, which Doringger seized and claid as his own.
Without this armor, he would’ve been in great danger.
But the Chain Armor had also lost all its luster, cracked into several pieces, completely destroyed. Doringger tore it off, his upper body bare, his white trousers and long boots also sopping wet from the sea water.
"To hell with you..."
Shadi clenched his fist in frustration, could this bastard actually have a Second Stage?
Taking advantage of Doringger still being in a weakened state, Old Wei and Ernie moved forward together, preparing to take his life, and Ox and the others also acted imdiately.
But then...
A thunderous boom resounded.
Doringger raised his arm, surging arcane power drawing the Sea God toward him like a magnet, causing it to make a clanging sound, seemingly moving closer to him.
Aside from the eight ship anchors, there was also a massive iron dragging along the seabed that was not an anchor, but Doringger’s weapon.
A three-ter-long black iron battle-axe with clearly defined edges connected to a chain, now being pulled out from the sea, suspended in mid-air, bound by the chain as Doringger drew it toward himself.
Crack... Crack...
The crisp sound of tal breaking, the Giant Axe along with its chain were snapped off and drawn over by Doringger’s arm, spell inscribed, and firmly grasped in his hand.
"Two old n... remnants of an older generation, why can you never learn?"
Finally, Doringger took matters into his own hands.
The giant axe, which might be asured in tons, felt as light as a feather in Doringger’s hands. The handle of the war axe was still attached to a ship anchor chain, and each ti he swung the axe, the strength alone stirred up waves, causing the seawater and soil beneath his feet to burst apart.
They were facing the Eastern Sea Lord.
Boom!
The war axe, crude and exuding a raw, savage vibe, heavily smashed into the ground, creating a deep rift that exploded forward. Ernie dodged to the side and, with a flick of his Water-Repelling Soft Sword, ground all incoming debris into dust.
Old Wei’s speed was at its extre limit. Holding the Magic Sword Revalting, he was already up close. The swordsmanship of Gureg Royal Knight Order was suprely skilled, the sword light flickering to create countless afterimages.
Striking the giant axe with a slash, Revalting’s searing heat was unable to lt this peculiar war axe. Its blade glowed red-hot like a branding iron, but the split sword light had already stabbed Doringger several tis.
A creaking sound echoed.
Blood still seeped from Doringger’s chest and abdon, and new wounds had been added. His shoulder, thigh, and even his throat—vital areas—had been burned through by Revalting.
"I am indestructible..."
Doringger fought too fiercely. Even with such injuries, he attempted to grab Old Wei, his fingers singed black by Revalting, forcefully seizing Old Wei’s wrist, then violently yanking it.
It was just a mont.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He was flung back over ten ters away, Revalting embedded in the ground along the way. Finally, he crouched on the ground, his wrist in his left hand snapped and completely shattered.
What happened?
Struck by Revalting, Doringger should have died.
No more sea monsters obstructed him, and, in the heavy rain, Ox approached head-on, holding a special large sword and taking several steps forward. But he was no match for Doringger.
Just one blow.
The special large sword was directly chopped in half by the ship anchor battle-axe. Swan threw hidden weapons, two flying needles speeding toward Doringger’s eyes. He simply blocked them with the back of his hand, the needles embedding into his flesh.
In that brief gap.
Shadi, Gawain, nurous intelligence officers, and heroic-level adventurers all attacked together, using long-range thods to slice open one wound after another on Doringger’s body.
They simply couldn’t believe he could endure for so long in such a gravely wounded state.
In an instant, Doringger beca a bloodied figure.
He wasn’t unable to dodge; he just saw no need to do so.
His body was torn, skin split and flesh burst open, rely superficial wounds, except for the chest and abdon injury that hadn’t healed from the stele’s heavy blow.
"It’s ti to end this. You scum of the East Sea, without , you are simply the lowest creatures in this world..."
The wound on Doringger’s chest and abdon, under the skeleton constructed by magic energy, had already completely healed.
He swung his war axe, sweeping in a circle.
It was as if divine power had been poured into him.
Unleashing the massive strength that could send an eight-ter-tall monster flying, the broken ground rose into several ters high waves, rapidly spreading and repelling everyone.
They were all violently struck, reeling and spinning, spitting out fresh blood.
And the horse charging forward in the distance, spooked and out of control, its rider also leapt off.
"You’ve finally co..."
Doringger’s eyes were cold as he pointed at Liszt, "Let see... your ’caliber’."
Boom!
Lightning flashed fiercely, the heavens and earth churning in turmoil.
The ship graveyard, filled with wreckage of boats, was engulfed in a gale and a torrential downpour.
The entire East Sea.
Trembled because of one man, Doringger.
Liszt’s gaze was calm.
"Caliber... capacity, such things, even dogs don’t want."
Liszt’s eyes, reflecting the surging waves, shone with a fierce radiance.
Let’s try and see.
Whether this desperate journey would end here.
He lifted his palm, and shadows surged toward the sky.
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