Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

She slowly raised her arm, which was holding the trident scepter, the tip of the scepter tracing an arc-like path in the air.

The movement wasn't fast, but it carried a sense of stability, as if it had established a connection with the surrounding space.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's pupils contracted slightly.

He recognized the posture.

Poseidon's Thirteen Styles

That was Poseidon's core combat technique, one of the powers that Poseidon relied on to defeat him.

In that instant, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's memories were pulled back to the sea ten thousand years ago. The details of that battle, like a scroll being reactivated, became clearer in his perception, piece by piece.

Poseidon's hands, holding the golden scepter, were following some ancient trajectory, slowly raising the trident from a horizontal position above his head, pausing briefly around the center of his palms after it was above his head.

Immediately afterwards, she shoved the trident forward.

A vortex-shaped golden halo rapidly spread outwards from the tip of the trident in all directions.

The halo wasn't dazzling, but it possessed an irresistible, steady rhythm, like the very law itself. It spread extremely quickly, to the point that it didn't even belong to the realm of physics.

Before the Deep Sea Demon Whale King could react, the golden halo swept past his body at a speed beyond his reaction limit.

His soul power froze for a moment.

He could feel the sensory chain between himself and his surroundings being severed in an instant, like a rope being cut in the middle, with the connection at both ends interrupted, leaving only a brief blank space.

He was frozen in place.

Unable to move, unable to mobilize divine power, and even his thoughts seemed to be frozen for a few breaths before slowly resuming their flow.

Unsettled and turbulent.

The restrictive technique in the Thirteen Styles of Poseidon can forcibly immobilize the opponent.

The hit rate decreases with the opponent's level, but for beings who have just entered the realm of gods and whose divine positions are not yet fully stable, the success rate of this skill is much higher than that between higher-level gods.

In a normal battle, a moment might be just the blink of an eye, but in a duel at the level of gods, it can be fatal.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King sensed danger the moment it was frozen in place.

Although his soul power was temporarily frozen, the feeling of being restricted did not last long. He could feel that the binding force of the golden halo on him was weakening at a much faster rate than he had expected.

Poseidon did not waste that moment.

Her soul power was like a blazing fire, and as the golden halo spread out, it converged on the tip of the trident with even greater ferocity than before.

She pulled the trident back to her side from its horizontal position, then swung it forward with a sudden sweep.

An arc of light, woven from countless golden halberd shadows, spread out from the halberd tip, like a fan-shaped light curtain being ignited, towards the direction of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

A thousand years have passed in vain.

The number of halberd shadows was enormous, intertwined in layers, like golden waves rising simultaneously from the sea, precisely covering the entire area where the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was located.

The halberd shadows exploded the moment they touched the sea surface, scattering golden light and creating numerous fine craters on the surface.

The damage from Qianzai Kongyou was not high, after all, Poseidon had not yet become a god, and she could only use a very small part of the power left by the sea god.

However, its coverage area is extremely large, and each halberd shadow releases a dense energy wave that is enough to interfere with the perception of gods when it explodes.

Over the course of a thousand years, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King has broken free from the control of the Unpredictable Storm.

His figure slowly straightened amidst the aftershocks of the golden light, his golden eyes gleaming with an unprecedentedly cold and fierce light.

His soul power had returned to normal, and the sensory channels that had been disrupted by the vast emptiness of time were beginning to become clearer.

He did indeed feel the crisis the moment he was frozen in place. The suffocating feeling of being unable to mobilize his divine power reminded him of the helplessness he felt when he was defeated by the sea god ten thousand years ago.

But the binding force lasted too short a time, so short that his body didn't even have time to react before the force began to weaken.

As Poseidon watched the figure straighten up again in the golden light, he could feel an extremely heavy aura rising from the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

That aura was unlike any form of power he had ever displayed before; it carried a sense of tilting as if the entire ocean were leaning towards him.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, his palm facing the sky.

As he raised his hand, the surrounding seawater began to surge in a completely different way than before.

That wasn't water driven by soul power; it was a tidal wave ignited by anger.

The entire sea area tilted towards Poseidon Island at the same moment, like a huge water basin being lifted from the bottom, slowly and irreversibly tilting in the same direction.

The rule that the Deep Sea Demon Whale King comprehended was anger.

The sea's fury, its primal and violent fury, the power that whips up towering waves in the storm, the impacts strong enough to tear the coastline to shreds, the destructive desires that have been suppressed for millennia and have finally found an outlet.

From the moment he became the god of the sea's wrath, he became one with the wrath of the ocean.

As long as he stands on the sea, as long as his anger continues to burn, the entire ocean will become his weapon.

At this moment, his anger is manifesting itself in a visible way.

Giant waves surged across the sea, spreading outwards from him, each carrying unprecedented power as it advanced toward Poseidon and the island of Poseidon.

The giant waves are getting closer and closer, accumulating energy as they overlap, gradually covering the entire sea surface with a thick, deep blue curtain of water.

Poseidon stood on the reef, gripping the golden trident tightly in her right hand, and forcefully lifted it off the ground.

She could feel the rocks beneath her feet trembling slightly. It wasn't an earthquake; it was the entire Poseidon Island trembling from the impact of the waves, like a leaf being blown by a gale.

The Demon Whale Domain surrounding the Deep Sea Demon Whale King has undergone a fundamental change since he became a god.

The dark aura that had once merely enveloped his body was now spreading like a melted waterfall of ink into every inch of the space around him.

Its coverage area has become increasingly wider, from the initial expansion kits of a few feet to tens of feet, and then from tens of feet expansion kits to the entire combat zone.

The Realm of Wrath. The evolved form of the Demon Whale Realm.

Any Sea Soul Master in this realm will feel a sense of oppression rising from the depths of their soul.

Those sea spirit beasts, whose soul power was not particularly strong to begin with, began to tremble involuntarily the moment they were touched by that dark halo. Their speed slowed down significantly, and the release of their soul power became more difficult than before.

The Soul Masters on Seagod Island were also affected. Those Soul Masters guarding the island who stood on the coastline could clearly feel that their Soul Power was being suppressed by something, and each activation required more effort than usual.

Poseidon was no exception.

She could feel that her soul power was not as smooth as before. The dark aura was like an omnipresent tide, continuously squeezing her senses and power from all directions.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's gaze pierced through the ever-expanding dark domain, landing precisely on Poseidon, like two swords ignited simultaneously. His voice rang out again: "It's over."

Poseidon did not respond.

She continued to wield her trident scepter, golden light rising upwards along its shaft.

She could sense that the soul power suppressed by the domain of anger was like a spring that had been compressed to the bottom, accumulating the power to rebound.

She channeled all her power into the scepter and then took a step forward.

That step wasn't big, but it carried an irreversible determination.

The scepter was swung out.

The third move – gone forever.

A god-tier single-target attack. It involves concentrating all of the caster's soul power into a single point to maximize penetrating damage to a single target.

A golden beam of light shot out from the tip of the trident, moving so fast that its trajectory could not be tracked with the naked eye.

The beam of light was not thick, only about the thickness of an arm, yet it possessed an almost indestructible, penetrating quality.

The seawater along the way parted on its own the moment it came into contact with the golden beam of light, as if making way for the passage of this power.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King stood still, watching the golden beam of light rapidly approaching. He did not retreat; his golden eyes reflected the ever-approaching light, yet he showed no sign of flinching.

Then he moved.

He raised his right hand, joined his five fingers together, and made a faint line in front of him.

A deep blue curtain of water rose from the sea, like a barrier being pulled open.

But the water curtain was pierced through the golden beam the instant it came into contact with it, like a thin sheet of paper pierced by a needle.

The Deep Sea Whale King's expression remained unchanged.

At the same moment, the sea beneath his feet exploded, and countless waterspouts rose from the depths of the sea, like giant pillars ignited simultaneously, spreading outwards in all directions from him.

Each of those water tornadoes was several meters thick, its entire body shimmering with a dark blue light, constantly spinning, accelerating, and condensing as it rose.

Dozens of water tornadoes simultaneously lashed out at the golden beam of light.

The first waterspout collided with the beam of light and exploded into a cloud of mist.

The second one followed immediately and was also pierced.

The third, fourth, and fifth layers shattered one after another.

The speed of the golden beam was indeed affected; its trajectory began to deviate slightly under the impact of the water tornado, and its forward rhythm was disrupted with each collision.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King stood in the center of the waterspouts, watching the golden beam of light that was constantly slowing down and deviating, without adding any more waterspouts.

He's seen enough.

Chapter 587 Breakthrough and Escape

The golden beam of light finally stopped as it pierced through the seventeenth water tornado.

Hovering a few feet away from the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, the light on its surface was dimming at a visible speed, like an arrow about to burn out.

Then the golden beam shattered, turning into tiny specks of light that silently dissipated in the sea breeze.

Poseidon's arms hung down slightly.

Gone forever, her strongest single-target attacks can no longer reach the Deep Sea Whale King's body.

The golden beam of light shattered completely a few feet away from the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, turning into countless tiny specks of light that vanished silently in the sea breeze, like grains of sand scattered by the wind.

Poseidon's arms hung slightly at her sides, and she could feel the soul power within her body, which had been repeatedly compressed and drawn away, leaking away at a rate she could not stop.

She stood there, her long, sea-blue hair swaying gently in the wind, her fingers gripping the trident scepter slightly white from the force of her grip.

Her gaze fell upon the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, looking at the raging aura surrounding him that surged like an inky waterfall, at the entire sea beneath his feet that was tilting towards him, and at his cold, golden eyes.

Poseidon knew she had no chance of winning.

Her strongest single-target attack was intercepted, worn down, and ultimately completely destroyed by dozens of water tornadoes, not even having the chance to touch the hem of her clothes.

The power of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King remained abundant. The surging waves, the expanding domain of rage, and the approaching army of sea spirit beasts, like a dark torrent rising from the deep sea, were crushing towards Seagod Island with unstoppable momentum.

In that instant, countless thoughts surged through Poseidon's mind, like a painting being ignited simultaneously, each frame flashing through her senses at an extremely fast pace.

For millennia, Poseidon Island has never been breached; the power of the sea god shines like an eternal lighthouse, illuminating every corner of this sea.

But now the lamp is dimming, and she no longer has enough fuel to reignite it.

She thought of the inhabitants of Poseidon Island, the children who prayed day after day on the steps of Poseidon Mountain, the children who were baptized at the foot of the altar, and the old people who repaired fishing nets along the coastline.

Many of them had never left the island since birth; their lives were inextricably linked to the sea, air, and sand of Poseidon Island. But now, those familiar faces were about to be reduced to ashes in the flames of war, and she was powerless to stop it.

Poseidon's fingers slowly tightened on the trident staff, and she could feel the warmth slipping away from her fingertips, like life itself being drained away.

She knew that the destruction of Poseidon Island was inevitable.

In this situation, Poseidon knew that the only thing he could do was to salvage what was beyond redemption from the impending torrent.

She must protect the Sea God's heir and prevent Ariel from falling into the hands of the Deep Sea Whale King.

Only if the successor of the Sea God survives will Sea God Island have a chance to reappear.

If the successor of the sea god is gone, it's unknown how many years it will take for the next successor to appear.

By then, the power of faith accumulated on Poseidon Island over millennia will have dissipated completely, and those forgotten rituals will no longer have a vessel to contain them.

Poseidon took a deep breath.

She raised her head, her gaze falling on the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, and then she moved.

She raised the trident high above her head, its tip pointing straight to the sky.

As she raised her hand, an invisible force simultaneously tore a crack in the clouds above Poseidon Island, revealing the azure dome illuminated by sunlight.

Then, the power of faith that had been repeatedly settled, accumulated, and honed over the long years was converging on her in an unprecedented way.

Those powers came from every corner of Poseidon Island, from the daily prayers of believers, the divine power accumulated by the pillars over the long years, from the ancient fragments engraved on the base of the statue and the surface of the sacred pillars, from the countless hands that touched them repeatedly, and from the rivers ignited by the flames, flowing along invisible channels toward her scepter.

A golden beam of light rose from Poseidon's body, piercing the sky.