Across the boundless sea, waves rolled endlessly as a black figure darted swiftly through the waters. A longer observation revealed that it was actually moving in a circle, and at the center of that circle, a tiny black dot could faintly be seen floating in the sky. 0

Black King was patrolling the area, driving away any low-tier sea demons that might have dared to approach, all the while keeping an eye on that tiny black dot. Ever since his master had emerged from seclusion a month ago, they had left Purple Spirit Island and come here to test a new spell. Yet so far, there had been no movement.0

"What exactly is Master doing…" As he grumbled to himself, his expression suddenly shifted. He turned and swam toward a distance. Moments later, his massive body came to a halt, blocking the path of a strangely shaped seahorse.0

Upon seeing him, the seahorse babbled out a string of incomprehensible sounds. Black King's eyes widened. "Speak properly!"5

The seahorse rattled on, babbling even more. Black King's patience wore thin, and he released a surge of demonic energy. "I don't care what you're here for, just go around. This area's mine."0

Within the Mountains and Seas Realm, the distinction between humans and demonic beasts was, in truth, a one-sided classification imposed by humans. Among demonic beasts, the diversity of species was wide, and treating them as one race was simply ridiculous. It was not just their anatomy and bodily functions; their way of communicating, habits, affinities, and natural enemies all differed. Black King, having evolved from a...0