Full-time Creation Master

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Beneath the sea surface, two fierce auras lay dormant, without leaking out in the slightest, as if they had always been there.

It was Jack, a forbidden spell expert from the Black Sail Pirate Crew, sent by two of the five major pirate forces that have been persistently plagued by unresolved issues in this sea area.

And the Bloodblade Pirates' forbidden spell, Zoro,

Both men exuded the bloody aura of years of fighting at sea, and were incredibly fierce, yet at this moment they concealed all their sharpness.

They have been running rampant at sea for years, acting with impunity, burning, killing, looting, extorting protection money, and committing all sorts of evil deeds.

They intended to take advantage of the chaos to plunder the relics of the powerful and reap the benefits.

After feeling the overwhelming imperial pressure and forbidden spell aura in the arena, all their arrogance was instantly extinguished.

His fierce aura vanished completely, leaving only fear and...greed in his heart.

The two hid tightly in the deep sea reefs, deliberately keeping their breathing light and their bodies pressed against the rocks, not daring to make the slightest movement, for fear of being discovered by any powerful figure.

Fear of death is the primary principle that has allowed them to survive the bloodshed and violence to this day.

Compared to profit, preserving one's life is the most important thing.

However, greed is their instinct, which is why they didn't turn back!

Human beings, all powerful, gathered together, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

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The emperor-level beings of the ocean and the Titan race each possess an aura of dominance over all living beings, and they all display their prowess.

The imperial aura surrounding them piled up layer upon layer, and the grudges and entanglements between them became increasingly clear, making the tension in the air even heavier.

A colossal creature rode the waves, its body towering like a ten-thousand-meter-high iceberg.

It blotted out the sky, turning half the horizon a pale blue.

He was surrounded by the purest water elemental power, which pressed down with a weight as heavy as a physical object.

Wherever it passes, the waves bow their heads and the seawater crystallizes.

Its body pressed a deep trench into the sea, and even the seabed rock trembled slightly, emitting a muffled roar, fully demonstrating the majestic aura of the Titan emperor.

He is Canglan, the rightful emperor of the Water Giants, the core branch of the Titan race, and the king of the Canglan Kingdom, as recognized by the academic community.

Canglan's skin was like ancient jade, gleaming with a cold, imperial luster.

Countless tiny water blades floated and swirled around him, each blade gleaming with an icy blue light and exuding a world-destroying power.

With a slight turn, it will tear through the void, emitting a sharp whistling sound;

His eyes were a pure, icy blue, without a trace of impurity.

With a glance, the emperor's unique aura swept across the entire room.

Even the human forbidden spells in the distance, who were self-assured about their status, couldn't help but tense up and subconsciously retreat, not daring to breathe too heavily, displaying the domineering posture of the rightful emperor of the Titans, and no one dared to provoke them easily.

His gaze was as majestic as the cold snow of winter, slowly sweeping over Godzilla, whose strength fluctuated but could be considered that of a great emperor, and the orthodox emperor-level Lan Evil Dragon, with a hint of rivalry between emperors hidden in his eyes.

Despite being of the same Emperor rank, it has always maintained a safe distance from the two Titans.

He did not rush forward rashly; as fellow emperors, he was well aware of each other's strength.

They feared that other emperors might take advantage of the situation and launch a surprise attack.

Similarly, Godzilla's gaze towards him was filled with undisguised hatred.

The hatred burned like a raging fire, almost solidifying into a tangible form.

Godzilla's title of King of Titans did not come out of thin air.

Back then, it ventured alone into the Golden Titan Empire, and through "liberating" and "subduing" those enslaved, intellectually challenged but incredibly strong Titan behemoths.

He fought his way up the throne through countless bloody battles.

What it resented most was that the Titan race was enslaved.

I hate even more those giants who still can't see the Titans clearly and continue to look down on them.

The Water Giants were one of Godzilla's primary targets of hatred.

That hatred was ingrained in his bones and would never dissipate.

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Not far away, a colorful figure nimbly weaves through the waves.

Despite its small size, it is dignified and surrounded by a halo of seven-colored glass. As the light flows, it exudes nobility and agility.

Where the halo of light passed, the waves became a little calmer.

It was the White Spider Emperor of the Ruins, also known as the Spotted Spider Emperor, or Little Emperor Zhu Yao, who had long been attracted by the rustling of the wind and the rustling of the wind here.

As a "lucky one" among emperor-level beings, its aura is strangely pure and powerful, yet it always conceals its sharpness and dares not easily reveal itself.

Its gaze was greedily fixed on the immense energy emanating from the various emperor-level figures in the arena, its eyes gleaming with covetousness.

The tip of its tongue lightly licked the corner of its mouth, yet it remained hovering at the edge of the battlefield, daring not to get any closer.

It knew that it was probably the weakest of the emperors present and no match for any of them.

If the disparity in strength is too great, approaching rashly will only lead to certain death.

They only want to wait until all parties are exhausted and weakened before making a move to pick up the scraps.

They seize the Emperor-level energy while remaining constantly vigilant, ready to withdraw immediately should the situation turn against them.

Never linger in battle; survival is always the top priority.

As for Lan Elong's orders?

Laugh to death!

The evil dragon Lan survived this ordeal, along with the Great Xia, whose rise and expansion were obvious to all, and the cold-eyed demon god Leng Yuemou, who had just ascended to the throne of the rooftop through his divine eyes...

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On a corner of the sea, a battered figure slowly emerged, large in stature but looking somewhat disheveled.

Its aura was weak yet still ferocious, and black blood continued to seep from the broken parts of its scales.

Blood dripped onto the sea surface, instantly corroding tiny holes and exuding a deadly aura.

It was none other than the Salamander Emperor.

Its aura was disordered, clearly indicating severe injuries, yet it still carried a fierce and resentful air.

Together with its good partner, the Demon Lord, it was once arrogant and domineering in the Atlantic Ocean, unchecked by anyone, running rampant and tyrannical.

Even many demonic empires in the Atlantic Ocean give way to them.

However, due to his arrogance and disdain for others, he was severely injured by a casual blow from an unknown top emperor.

He nearly died.

The original intention was to return to the Pacific Ocean to recuperate and recover.

But they were drawn here by the atmosphere of the chaotic battle.

I thought some kind of treasure had been born!

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His eyes held a mixture of resentment and greed, a reluctance to simply fade into obscurity.

However, due to his severely injured body and the presence of numerous emperor-level powerhouses in the arena, he could only huddle in a corner and watch from afar, lacking even the courage to make a move.

It knew that if it made any sudden move at this moment, it would be seen as an easy target by the other powerful beings, who would take the opportunity to kill it, as it was already seriously injured and had not yet recovered.

They had no chance to resist; their imperial essence was extracted and stripped away.

The only option is to remain hidden, quietly recover from the injury, and wait for the right opportunity to plan for the future.

Meanwhile, its Daoist partner and casual sex partner, the Demon Lord of Extreme Shells, is currently hidden deep in the clouds outside the land of Lafite in the Atlantic Ocean.

His aura was completely intact and without any disturbance.

From a great distance, the Emperor-level divine sense quietly observed the battle unfolding here.

His expression was indifferent as ice, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

They had no intention of coming to support the Salamander Emperor, nor did they plan to leave easily; they were simply there to watch the show.

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