C1738 Rescue His Sister

The Sea Emperor spits out ancient syllables like the whisper of an ancient god. A huge shadow gradually appeared behind it. The shadow was shrouded in raging waves, incomparably powerful, as if it was born from the primordial Sea of Primal Chaos.

Every syllable the Sea Emperor uttered, the aura on its body weakened, its pitch-black fur turning white, and its appearance also gradually aged