The seas surrounding the Demon King.
Surging waves, endless and infinite.
The Demon King's size was so immense that even a mere raising of an arm or a kick could stir up waves strong enough to capsize a small sailboat in an instant.
What's more, the Demon King now seemed maddened, swinging the iron chains and giant anchor with a clanking noise.
The sea monster named Zhao Xingchen was struck by the Demon King's massive anchor and sent plummeting into the deep sea.
But after transforming into a sea monster, Zhao Xingchen possessed incredibly tenacious vitality and in the blink of an eye reemerged from the deep sea with boundless hatred, once again floating in front of the Demon King in an ugly pose.
Hatred, hatred, hatred!
At this moment, he felt like cursing out loud but was unsure if he should.
In any case, he felt extremely stifled, with only a persistent hatred that twisted around his heart.