Full-time Creation Master

"roar--!"

The deep, heavy roar shook the sea, causing ripples to spread outwards, carrying with it the unique and overwhelming pressure of a Titan emperor.

Its mountain-like body was perched on the sea surface, its bluish-gray scales like ancient black iron, gleaming with a cold, hard luster under the sunlight, exuding an aura of dominance over all living beings with its mere form.

Godzilla glanced at the growing number of human figures around it, a shrewd glint in its eyes.

Among the Titans, it was considered one of the brightest, deeply understanding the power of numbers.

Surrounded by forbidden human spells and elemental holy spirits, he might not be able to gain the upper hand on his own. Perhaps he should call upon... one of his kind... for help.

Once the decision was made, Godzilla let out a deep, charged sound from its throat, and a ghostly blue energy coiled around its body like a living thing, frantically gathering along the patterns on its scales.

The submandibular gland gleamed with a dangerous aura, and the imperial-level energy fluctuations caused the surrounding seawater to slightly dent.

boom--!

A beam of energy, as dark blue as ink, suddenly shot out from its mouth, carrying a world-destroying power.

The beam of light, with its sharpness capable of tearing through the seawater, instantly pierced through layers of waves and shot straight towards the deep seabed 300,000 meters away.

Wherever it passed, the seawater was instantly evaporated into white mist, the seabed rock layers burst open, and the rubble, along with the undercurrents, surged upwards.

"roar--!"

A roar of extreme anger and laughter came from the deep sea, filled with boundless resentment.

The evil dragon, carrying the overwhelming ferocity of the deep sea, was blasted out of the ocean, its body, thousands of meters long, coiled around the waves.

Its dark golden scales, like deep-sea jade, gleamed with a cold, imperial luster under the sunlight.

Each scale was surrounded by a pale blue aura of coldness. The wet seaweed and pebbles around the scale were frozen and shattered as soon as they touched the scale, displaying the king's majesty.

It narrowed its vertical pupils, its golden-red eyes locking onto Godzilla like sharp swords.

Those eyes held not only ferocity, but also the overwhelming rage of a deep-sea emperor who had been offended.

The air pressure around it suddenly dropped, and even the surrounding waves seemed to freeze, as if rebuking the large lizard for desecrating its territory.

That look in his eyes clearly said: Are you sick?

Why are you blowing up my territory?!

Lan Elong angrily swung its tail fin, which was covered with sharp spikes, and the tip of its tail swept across the sea surface, creating ice spikes and splashes several meters high.

The emperor-level deep-sea pressure swept out like a tangible force, causing the seawater to surge and freeze wherever it passed, and even the air to be filled with a bone-chilling cold, fully demonstrating the absolute control of the overlord of the South China Sea.

But when it looked up and swept its eyes across the sky, its expression instantly became more subdued.

Human forbidden spellcasters were densely packed together, and the aura of elemental holy spirits was sharp and intimidating; the airspace had already been firmly controlled.

It snorted sullenly, a sound carrying imperial majesty that shook the sea surface slightly.

Temporarily suppressing its anger towards Godzilla, it steadily perched on the sea surface, its body exuding an imposing and domineering aura, without rashly taking to the air to confront humans.

There's no need to fight with these humans for airspace.

After all, the Great Emperor Lan Evil Dragon is the true King of the South China Sea.

It controls every inch of the deep sea's undercurrents and every reef, and for millions of years no one has dared to easily challenge its territorial sovereignty.

As for the sky?

That was never a territory that this deep-sea emperor should have set his sights on. Only by guarding his own territory could he be worthy of the title of Lord of the South China Sea!

Yes, that's it, that's right!

.......

After this buffer period, everything that was going to happen will happen.

There's no need for 'fishing' anymore; everyone here is a respectable person/emperor.

One time

The air suddenly froze, and twenty or thirty powerful auras pressed down like thousands of mountains.

The sea breeze was abruptly cut off, and even the waves seemed to be frozen.

In the deathly silence, every fluctuation of energy concealed a murderous intent that could be unleashed at any moment, making it suffocating.

At the edge of the sky, three figures stepped through the air, their clothes fluttering in the wind, their small aura overwhelming.

The three guardians of the triangular kingdom, which borders the Great Xia, including the prime minister and the king, were all present. The leader, King Songchai, was dressed in a black outfit, with wood elemental power around him condensed like dark vines, wrapped around his fingertips, and gleaming with a cold, matte light.

Beside him, the fire-elemental forbidden spell, Flame Lord (a title added in the new country), Zhao Su Feng hope, had dark red flames burning around his body in a fire domain;

Water-based forbidden spell, Tide Lord (a title used within the village, but not generally recognized in other countries), · La* Hun Sen's feet were covered with half a foot of ice, ice patterns spreading through the void.

The two appeared to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Cotton King, displaying perfect understanding.

In reality, their eye contact was a calculated confrontation, a honeyed tongue concealing a hidden murderous intent.

The Cotton King's gaze pierced the void like a hawk's, sweeping over the emperor-level behemoth at the core of the battlefield. His fingertips were always condensed with a forbidden spell in a state of charging up, and his knuckles turned white.

He has the backing of the former Dragon Kingdom, now the Great Xia, and in the era of Great Xia's rise, he holds an absolute dominant position among the three. His apparent bias hides his fear of Great Xia's strength, as well as his own calculations.

Yan Zun and Wenla each have their own local supporters, and they are already bitter enemies in private.

They wished the other would die on the spot so they could seize the opportunity to annex each other's power and expand their territory.

However, due to the seemingly weak alliance of the triangular kingdoms, they could only forcibly suppress their murderous intent and maintain a facade of harmony.

The subtle disturbance in his aura betrayed the impatience and ruthlessness in his heart.

More importantly, no matter how deep their private conflicts were, when the two chiefs of the Temple of Freedom (Lightning Forbidden Spell - Casper and Space Forbidden Spell - Elaine) were mentioned, a trace of awe would flash in their eyes, and they would always maintain the utmost respect, not daring to be the slightest bit presumptuous in their tone.

In contrast, the Great Xia forbidden spells, such as those of Gu Changle, were treated with far greater respect than the forbidden spells of the former Dragon Kingdom.

That respect concealed a sense of apprehension about the current strength of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Behind the three, forbidden spells from various major countries and powerful forces in Southeast Asia followed one after another.

Their figures were scattered, each with a different aura.

The forbidden spell of Siam, Basong, holds a spell talisman that glows with an eerie red light;

The Buddhist forbidden mantra of the Kingdom of Dian: Master Yuantong, wearing a kasaya, exudes a restrained Buddhist aura, yet radiates an inviolable majesty;

The forbidden lightning spell of the Southern Kingdom, Ruan Wenshan, was surrounded by tiny arcs of lightning, crackling and popping. Each of them was a powerful figure who dominated their own territory.

Some people clenched their fists with solemn expressions, staring intently at the immense energy emanating from the emperor-level behemoth in the arena;

Some people had greed surging in their eyes, but they subconsciously kept their bodies low, and no one dared to move forward even an inch.

Despite forming a temporary alliance based on geographical proximity and familiarity, they are suspicious and wary of each other, each wanting to reap the benefits.

But everyone knows that the nail that sticks out gets hammered down; those who strike first will only become the target of everyone's ire and die without a burial place.

On the other side of the sea, eerie black mist rose into the sky, spreading out like ink.

It was filled with a nauseating stench of corpses and the hissing of Gu worms, piercing one's eardrums and making one's mind panic.

The three most powerful sorcerers in Southeast Asia were shrouded in black mist, their forbidden spells hidden and their figures indistinct.

Only three faint black shadows could be seen, yet they possessed a chilling and intimidating aura, all of them renowned figures who inspired fear in all who heard of them.

Leading the group is Blood King Kunbu, a top figure in the Southeast Asian black magic world, whose strength is comparable to that of a peak forbidden spell.

His body was surrounded by dark red blood energy, interspersed with tiny phantom images of Gu worms. He was skilled in blood curses and his natal Gu.

He once single-handedly destroyed a small, unruly country in Southeast Asia.

The bloody atmosphere lingered in the city for three days.

Ruthless and capricious, with extremely strong combat capabilities, he never leaves anyone alive when he strikes.

He's also the one who enjoys massacring entire cities the most among the three!

Beside him stood the Corpse King Ajahn Man, whose body was so dense with corpse energy that it was almost tangible.

Wherever the corpse energy passed, even the void showed subtle signs of corrosion.

He was known for manipulating corpses and creating corpse poison. He once infiltrated the Rice Grain Federation military camp and used corpse poison to slaughter thousands of soldiers, leaving corpses strewn all over the field. Afterwards, he escaped unscathed without leaving a trace.

They act in secret and are elusive, never easily revealing their whereabouts, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

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