He wasn’t the only one either. Every other Yin spirit on board the Russian flotilla froze in horror.

The golden curtain of light before them rippled wildly. This was none other than the Array of the Nine Gods that sequestered Cathay from the rest of the world. This was a barrier that was often said to be rigid as an unbreakable wall, and yet it flowed as soft as a curtain. Just then, a giant hand appeared to push gently on the other side of the curtain.

Rustle… The palm print was prominent. Countless symbols of Yin Talismans appeared to crackle on the surface of the golden curtain. Then, seconds later, with a soft rustle, a brilliant light erupted from the golden curtains, dazzling the night sky.

It was almost as though a rift had opened in the sky. The curtain tore open, sending a flurry of Yin Talismans shimmering into the night sky around. Meanwhile, dense Yin energy poured out from the crack, followed closely by the emergence of a massive hand blazing with blistering netherflames.

Thud, thud, thud, thud! Back on the seas. The emissaries of both the Russian flotilla and the Alkebulan fleet instinctively got down on their knees. Their bodies trembled violently, yet they kept their heads bowed low.

“What the hell is going on? What terrifying monster is this?!” Ivantov’s lips quivered wildly...