Although it seemed like a long exchange had taken place, in reality, only a few breaths had passed.
The Mosasaur was pressed down ruthlessly and sent plunging deep into the ocean, its massive body crashing through the water like a falling mountain. However, the captain did not spare it a second glance. Instead, her gaze shifted coldly toward the giant fish floating before the colossal wall of seawater.
The divine fish stared back at her as well. Corrosive substances poured continuously from its mouth, spreading through the water. At the same time, countless bubbles formed and surged outward, filling the surrounding sea with an ominous presence.
Seeing this, the captain snorted coldly before casting Grey a brief glance.
Without a single word, she turned and moved to engage the fish.
Grey instantly understood her intent.
Without hesitation, the power of twenty-nine spirit perforations roared to life within his body, surging wildly as vast amounts of spirit power flooded his meridians.
A sensation like a blazing furnace ignited within him. Yet, before the heat could overwhelm his senses, an intense desire to kill had already filled his mind. Witnessing the captain display strength comparable to someone with two balls of Spirit Fire caused Grey’s competitive nature to flare uncontrollably.
His blood boiled.
With a loud splash, Grey dove into the sea and swam rapidly into the depths of the Dead Sea. Strangely, even after the captain pressed the Mosasaur deep into the ocean, the divine fish did not disappear.
This made Grey realize that once the fish manifested, it might not vanish until a significant amount of time had passed.
He dismissed the thought instantly.
Spreading his divine sense to its limits, Grey scanned the surrounding waters. His perception expanded in all directions, allowing him to sense every fluctuation, every movement within the sea.
Although numerous gazes from the seabed locked onto him, filled with greed and malice, Grey ignored them all. His focus was fixed solely on the Mosasaur that was fleeing at full speed.
After being ruthlessly suppressed by the captain, the Mosasaur had already escaped more than five thousand meters.
At this moment, it no longer had any desire to fight.
It only wanted to flee.
The opponent it had encountered was too powerful, too bizarre. Even the divine fish it had transmitted from its sea of consciousness was being intercepted by Grey. As for the woman who had descended upon it, she was terrifying beyond reason.
She felt far more dangerous than Grey, someone capable of killing it in an extremely short amount of time.
That fear had been proven when she pressed it into the depths of the Dead Sea with a single palm.
Right now, the only thought in the Mosasaur’s mind was escape.
The once ferocious and frenzied Mosasaur, known for battling to the death whenever provoked, a creature that even other sea beasts avoided, was fleeing for its life.
The monster that once inspired terror was gone.
What remained was a desperate creature struggling to survive.
The scene was strangely unsettling.
As the Mosasaur swam wildly, it devoured nearby fish without restraint. Flesh and blood were rapidly digested, converted into energy to mend its grievous wounds. However, it was painfully clear that no amount of devouring could neutralize the poison slowly spreading throughout its massive body.
And because the Mosasaur was focused entirely on its injuries and escape, it failed to notice the figure rapidly closing in from behind.
A silent shadow cutting through the sea at terrifying speed.