Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Those sea spirit beasts at the rear of the group, who had not yet seen what was happening ahead, continued to advance according to their original instructions.

The second shockwave followed immediately.

This time the spread was wider than the first time, and more sea spirit beasts were affected.

Those sea spirit beasts that tried to retreat did not have time to react when the shockwave arrived. Their bodies were crushed as if by the same invisible hand, turning into dark red particles that floated and swayed slightly in the seawater.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King finally shifted his gaze away from Poseidon for a moment.

He turned his head to look at the sea that was being dyed dark red, and at the sea spirit beasts that were shattering, his brows slowly furrowing.

He hadn't expected that the shockwave generated when the black water essence collided with his waves would spread so far and affect such a large area of ​​his own troops.

He originally thought that most of the energy of the shockwave would be consumed in the high-altitude layer above the sea surface, and that it would be weakened to a level that was not enough to pose a threat to the sea spirit beast by the time it reached the outer area.

The facts told him that his judgment was wrong.

The shockwave was almost entirely attenuated as it spread, like a beam of light that was repeatedly refracted, continuing to propagate far beyond the sea surface until its energy truly began to dissipate in the ocean several miles away.

Chapter 586 The Thirteen Forms of Poseidon

Poseidon did not look at the sea that was being dyed dark red.

The fragments of those sea spirit beasts tumbled, sank, and dissolved amidst the interplay of seawater and shockwaves, turning the once clear sea into a murky, dark color.

But Poseidon's gaze remained fixed on the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, never wavering for even a moment.

She saw the deaths of those sea spirit beasts, but she didn't care.

In Poseidon's eyes, those sea spirit beasts were traitors, beings that blasphemed the majesty of the sea god.

Their following the Deep Sea Demon Whale King onto the territory of Sea God Island was itself a provocation against the will of the Sea God.

Their deaths are merely an inevitable consequence of this war.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King didn't even glance at that area of ​​water.

His gaze shifted for a moment before returning to Poseidon.

To him, those shattering sea spirit beasts were merely pieces being removed from the chessboard. He had long anticipated that the attack would be accompanied by massive casualties, and he had never taken those sea spirit beasts seriously.

The only people the Deep Sea Demon Whale King truly cared about were his two wives and his daughter.

Besides, the lives of those sea spirit beasts are nothing more than water currents in this sea area that can be replaced at any time.

Losing some things will only bring more from other places; there's no real difference.

Two pairs of eyes met above the sea, neither of them distracted by the chaos around them.

Poseidon could sense that the deep black essence of water was being slowly dissolved by the golden arcs of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.

Her soul power was visibly draining away, and the light of the defensive barrier had dimmed somewhat compared to its initial intensity.

She knew that if she didn't make a change, the outcome of this battle would be decided in the next few breaths.

Poseidon took a deep breath, slowly withdrew the scepter from in front of him, gripped the shaft with both hands, and pressed the end of the scepter back onto the rock beneath his feet.

This time, she did not use the scepter as a medium for casting spells.

She wielded it as a weapon.

At this moment, the flow of her soul power completely changed direction, shifting from outward diffusion to inward concentration, like a river flowing backward, gathering, compressing, and reshaping the last remaining soul power and faith power within her body.

The hundred-meter-tall phantom of the sea god slowly dissipated as her soul power reversed, like a sculpture whose support had been removed from its insides. First, the light at the edges began to dim, then the outline became blurred, and finally, in silence, it turned into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated into the sea breeze.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King watched the dissipating phantom of the sea god, his golden eyes devoid of any emotion. In his view, it was the inevitable result of Poseidon's power being exhausted, a prelude to the impending end of this battle.

But the next moment, he noticed something was wrong.

What changes occurred in Poseidon?

She stood there, her posture holding the scepter completely different from before, and a sharp light, which he had not noticed before, was surging in her deep, ocean-like eyes.

Her aura was rapidly changing, transforming from a broad and evenly diffused state to a more concentrated and sharper form.

Then Poseidon moved.

She slowly raised her arm, which was holding the trident scepter, and the tip of the scepter traced 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 that 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 area ten thousand years ago. The details of that battle were like a scroll being reactivated, becoming 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, and after raising it above his head, he made an extremely brief pause with his palms as the axis.

Then, she shoved the trident forward with all her might.

A swirling golden halo rapidly spread outwards from the tip of the trident in all directions.

The halo wasn't dazzling, but it carried an irresistible, stable rhythm, like the workings of the laws themselves. It spread extremely quickly, to a speed that 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.

The flow of his soul power stopped for a moment.

He could feel the sensory chain between himself and his surroundings being severed in an instant, like a rope 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 several 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 those who have just entered the realm of gods and whose divine position has not yet been fully stabilized, the success rate of this skill is much higher than that between gods of higher levels.

In a normal battle, a moment might be just the blink of an eye, but in a duel between 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 brought 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 tip of the halberd, like a fan-shaped light curtain that had been ignited, enveloping the direction where the Deep Sea Demon Whale King was located.

A thousand years have passed in vain.

The number of halberd shadows was extremely large, layer upon layer, intertwined, 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 in all directions and creating numerous fine craters on the surface.

Qianzai Kongyou's damage 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 fluctuation that is enough to interfere with the perception of gods when it explodes.

In the vast expanse of time, the Deep Sea Demon Whale King has broken free from the control of the unpredictable storms.

His figure slowly straightened up in the afterglow of the golden light, and an unprecedentedly cold and sharp light surged in his golden eyes.

The flow of his soul power had returned to normal, and the sensory channels that had been disrupted by Qianzai Kongyou were beginning to become clear again.

He did feel the danger 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 respond before the force began to weaken.

As Poseidon watched the figure standing upright 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 shown before; it carried a sense of tilting as if the entire ocean was leaning toward 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 way that was completely different from 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, a primal and violent fury, the power that whips up towering waves in the storm, the impact that can tear the coastline to shreds, the destructive desire that has been suppressed for millennia and has finally found an outlet.

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

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 taking on a tangible form.

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

The giant waves are getting closer and closer, accumulating energy as they overlap and gradually cover 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 fundamental changes since he became a god.

The dark halo that once merely covered his body is now spreading like a melted ink waterfall, reaching every inch of space around him.

Its coverage area has been expanding, from the initial few feet to tens of feet, and then from tens of feet to the entire sea area where the battle was taking place.

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

Any Sea Soul Master in this area will feel a sense of oppression surging up from the depths of their soul.

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

The Soul Masters on Poseidon Island were also affected. Those Soul Masters guarding the island standing 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 flowing as smoothly as before. The dark halo was like an omnipresent tide, continuously squeezing her perception and power from all directions.