After more than half an hour, the violent depths of the sea gradually calmed. The murky seabed, spanning dozens of kilometers, had turned into ruins. The ground had collapsed, and small hills were shattered.0

The hundred-meter-long Serpent lay weakly at the bottom of the sea. Almost every head had shattered scales and mangled flesh, and the three strongest black-horned heads were barely breathing, exhaling weak bubbles.0

Beside it, the Thunder Beast had retracted its domain, leaving only golden flames dancing on the three pairs of feathered horns on either side of its head that formed a crown of fire.0

Coupled with the menacing aura emanating from its body and the Serpent lying nearby, it looked like a true monarch of beasts; invincible, domineering, and fierce.1

The Thunder Beast wasn't entirely unscathed. Its shoulders and abdomen had been bitten through...0