Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The moment the scepter struck the surface of the reef, a dull thud emanated from the point of contact, spreading in all directions, as if something extremely heavy was awakening beneath the ground.

Behind her, the 100-meter-tall true form of the sea god also responded at the same moment.

The giant eyes, shrouded in light, slowly turned towards the direction of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King. The golden trident drew a sharp arc in the sky, carrying a power powerful enough to shake the entire sea, and swung down fiercely towards the deep blue figure on the sea surface.

The trident's trajectory left an extremely compressed energy trail in the air, like a stretched line, precisely pointing to the location of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

The hundred-meter-tall phantom of the sea god poured all the accumulated power of faith and the power left behind by the sea god into the tip of the trident in this strike, condensing it into a sharp arc of light powerful enough to cleave the island in two.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King stood still, its golden eyes reflecting the rapidly approaching golden arc of light, and then slowly raised its right hand.

His palm turned a deep blue at that moment, as if a small piece of the deep sea had been compressed into his palm.

A deep blue light swirled rapidly between his fingers, coalescing into a semi-transparent shield. Wave patterns and lightning patterns alternated on the shield's surface, as if sealing the power of the sea and thunder within it.

The moment the trident tip made contact with the shield, a visible shockwave of energy exploded on the sea surface.

Golden arcs of light and azure shields intertwined, clashed, and annihilated wildly in mid-air, two divine powers of the same origin but fundamentally different collided violently on the narrow contact surface.

The violent shockwaves whipped up towering waves several meters high, crashing outwards in all directions.

The approaching sea spirit beasts were pushed back by the shockwave, letting out uneasy hisses.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's body sank slightly under the impact, and a huge crater appeared in the sea beneath his feet. But he regained his balance in the next instant, his hand holding the shield remaining perfectly still.

Chapter 585 Attack

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King blocked the attack.

He didn't retreat, he wasn't injured, and his expression didn't change at all.

As Poseidon watched this scene, her delicate brows slowly furrowed. She could feel the information fed back from the connection between herself and the phantom of the sea god. That attack had consumed nearly 30% of her soul power and faith power, but the Deep Sea Demon Whale King still appeared calm, as if it were just a cloud being blown by the wind.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King looked down at his palm, confirming that there were no cracks on the surface of the dark blue shield, and then raised his head again.

"Is this all the power of the High Priest of Seagod Island?"

His voice was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the howling sea wind and reached Poseidon's ears.

"If this is all you're capable of, then the outcome of today's battle will remain unchanged."

Poseidon did not respond.

She simply took a slow, deep breath, lifted the scepter from the ground, and gripped it tightly again.

She could feel the soul power within her body flowing at a faster pace than usual, and the power of faith that had been compressed to the extreme was converging on her from every sacred pillar, every altar, and every believer's prayer on Seagod Island.

The power of Poseidon Island has not been exhausted on her; as long as the island exists and the believers remain, her power will not be depleted.

She raised the scepter once more.

This time, the golden trident did not strike down directly as before, but hovered high in the air, its tip slowly rotating, pointing towards the sea area behind the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

Immediately afterwards, the air around Poseidon Island began to become humid at a visible speed, with large amounts of water vapor rising from the sea surface, like a thin fog being slowly heated.

The layer of water vapor did not dissipate, but under the pull of an invisible force, it began to condense and rotate in a slow and irreversible way, eventually forming a huge spiral structure, like a massive whirlpool hanging upside down on the sea surface.

The enormous spiral structure was not static; it began to slowly rotate as it formed, like an ancient giant eye being awakened from the depths of the seabed.

As the vortex rotates, the water vapor at its edge condenses and compresses, turning into fine water lines that converge toward the center.

The color of the water line gradually deepened from its initial transparency to light blue, then dark blue, and finally condensed into a thick, almost black liquid at its core.

The liquid was not large, only about the size of a fist, but it exuded a heavy aura that could make the air within a radius of several miles tremble.

It is the essence of water compressed to its extreme, containing the pure power of the entire ocean.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's gaze fell on the dark black water essence that was gathering at the center of the vortex, and a solemn look finally appeared in his golden eyes.

He could sense the level of power contained within that essence of water, which had already exceeded the limits that mortal soul power could reach.

It carries a profound sense of weight, almost like the rules themselves, as if seawater compressed for thousands of years is finally ignited at a critical point, about to unleash an impact equivalent to that of the gods.

His expression turned unusually serious.

He originally thought that Poseidon was merely a bearer of the sea god's faith, a high priest who stood at the pinnacle of mortal life but never managed to cross that threshold.

After he entered the realm of gods, such beings no longer posed a real threat to him.

But the essence of water that was gathering at that moment told him that he had underestimated the accumulated resources of Poseidon Island over the past ten thousand years.

Poseidon did not become a god, but the power she relied on did not come solely from herself.

The power of faith that had settled in every inch of Poseidon Island, the prayers and sacrifices that had been honed over the long years, were now converging on her scepter in a way he had never anticipated.

The reason that defensive barrier was so strong was not only because of the power left behind by the sea god, but also because the entire Sea God Island had formed a cycle with its believers. Even if the sea god did not descend directly, as long as the island still existed and as long as those believers still existed, its power would not be exhausted.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's gaze darkened slightly, but he did not retreat.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, his palm facing the churning sea beneath his feet.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's gaze became even more focused at this moment than before.

The sea beneath his feet paused briefly in a deathly stillness, as if something had pressed a pause button, and all the waves froze in mid-air for a moment.

Then the sea exploded.

The entire sea area was like a powder keg ignited from within, spreading outwards in all directions from the center beneath his feet.

The seawater rose upwards at a speed far exceeding the laws of nature, as if being lifted up from the seabed by an invisible hand, creating giant waves hundreds of meters high.

Those were not ordinary waves.

The crests of those waves surged with deep blue light, their edges shimmering with tiny arcs of electricity, and each drop of water contained a compressive force powerful enough to pierce through mountain rocks.

The waves churned wildly on the sea surface, like countless giant pythons awakened at the same time, strangling, entwining, and overlapping each other, tearing the once calm sea surface into a chaotic vortex of energy.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King stood motionless at the very center of the chaos. The light around him gradually transformed from deep blue to an even deeper dark blue, with tiny golden arcs of electricity crackling at the edges, forming an ever-expanding energy field around him.

The surging waves gathered, rose, and overlapped beneath his feet, like a water mountain range that was constantly growing out of the sea.

Fine lightning patterns began to condense at the crest of the waves, spreading upwards along the water's surface and weaving into an ever-expanding electric grid that covered the entire sea area.

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

As he raised his hand, the waves across the entire sea became even more violent at the same moment. The giant waves that had already climbed to a height of hundreds of feet surged upwards again, as if something was pushing them up from the depths of the seabed.

He needed to make Poseidon understand that even with her millennia-old faith and the ability to mobilize the full power of Poseidon Island, those things still couldn't change the final outcome in the face of a true god.

Poseidon stood on the reef, watching the giant wave carrying the power of thunder, her gaze also falling on the dark black essence of water that was gathering at the center of the whirlpool.

The liquid was becoming darker in color than before, and its edges were beginning to exude a heavy texture that was completely different from ordinary water vapor.

Poseidon would not wait any longer.

She held the scepter horizontally in front of her, and golden light surged from its shaft, enveloping the deep black essence of water within. Then she thrust the scepter forward.

The moment that mass of dark black water essence broke free from the center of the whirlpool, it was like a spring that had been compressed to its limit finally releasing all its accumulated power. It drew a straight trajectory in the sky above the sea and precisely crashed into the center of the giant wave stirred up by the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

There was no loud noise at the moment of the collision.

The two forces silently merged, squeezed, and annihilated at the contact surface, much like the diffusion process of a drop of ink falling into clear water being slowed down countless times.

Then, the sound came.

A deafening roar that shook the entire sea exploded from the point of contact, as if something deep in the seabed had been detonated simultaneously, swallowing up all the surrounding sounds.

The roar instantly transformed into a continuous low-frequency vibration, spreading in all directions and causing the buildings on Poseidon Island to tremble slightly at the same moment.

The giant wave stirred up by the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was cleaved open by the impact of the dark black water essence, creating a huge rift. At the edge of the rift, water vapor and lightning were violently rubbing together, producing continuous and dense crackling sounds.

The rift was expanding rapidly to both sides, like a giant blade held in an invisible hand, tearing the entire wave in two.

At the very center of the rift, the dark black essence of water was being rapidly consumed, its volume shrinking at a visible rate, with layers of dense white mist rising from its edges. But its direction of movement remained unchanged.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King frowned slightly. He could sense the power contained within that mass of water essence, which was tearing through his defenses in a way that exceeded his expectations.

Its penetrating power carries a quality refined by millennia of faith, advancing steadily and relentlessly through its wave defense.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's body sank slightly, its feet landing on the sea surface, where the seawater formed a thick cushioning layer around it.

He did not retreat, but his figure did shift slightly under the impact of that mass of water essence.

But that shift didn't last long.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King stood firm on the surface of the sea, and then the golden arcs of electricity around him began to spread along his arm toward the tearing fissure, piecing the giant wave that had been split open back together.

The two forces engaged in a prolonged tug-of-war at the crack.

The deep black essence of water tried to push forward, tearing the rift deeper and farther.

Meanwhile, the golden arcs of electricity that are re-condensing are trying to fill the cracks back in, covering the torn area with a new layer of energy.

Poseidon could clearly feel her soul power draining away at a rate that exceeded her expectations.

She knew she couldn't hold out for long. If she couldn't break through the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's defenses before this power was completely exhausted, she would never have a second chance.

Meanwhile, in the waters surrounding Poseidon Island, the approaching sea spirit beasts did not stop their advance despite the intense battle.

They continued to move towards Poseidon Island along their respective routes, their massive bodies leaving long, thin trails in the deep water.

Just then, the first shockwave arrived.

The energy shock generated by the collision between the essence of deep black water and the giant wave of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King spread out in all directions at an almost unstoppable speed after the explosion, like an invisible blade unfolding simultaneously from the sea surface in all directions.

The first to be affected was a medium-sized deep-sea whale that was located at the edge of the shockwave.

Before the sea spirit beast could even react, its body was swept by an almost invisible ripple.

Starting from its head, its body shattered silently, like a painting folded in half. Scales, muscles, bones, blood—all the substances that made up its body were torn into countless tiny fragments by the shockwave in the same instant, scattering into the surrounding seawater.

Then came the second head, the third head, and the fourth head.

The sea spirit beasts that were approaching Seagod Island were like a row of candles lit at the same time. After the front row was swept by the shock wave, they began to go out one by one.

The disintegration of their massive bodies was so rapid that there was almost no sense of time. There was virtually no transition between their complete form and the scattered fragments, as if an invisible hand was plucking their bodies piece by piece at a speed beyond the limits of vision.

By the time the shockwave spread, hundreds of sea spirit beasts had already been completely torn to shreds.

Their flesh fragments floated in the now murky seawater. Their bodies, once covered in blue scales, had now turned into countless tiny particles, slowly spreading in the ocean currents and dyeing the entire sea a faint dark red.

Among the sea spirit beasts that have not yet been affected, some have already begun to try to retreat.

They sensed the danger ahead, and they also sensed the deathly aura emanating from the shattered bodies of their companions.

But the sea spirit beasts that tried to retreat soon discovered that their retreat had been blocked by their companions who were still surging forward from behind.