The Black Whale Sea-Riving King felt as if his soul were being torn asunder. He dared not touch that grey energy, let alone attempt to neutralize it. He knew all too well that while the grey aura appeared faint, it contained a terrifying power beyond imagination. If it were to erupt, he would likely be reduced to nothingness in an instant—not even the heavens themselves could save him.
The Black Whale Sea-Riving King felt bitter, yet he dared not show it, his face a mask of internal conflict. As a dignified Demon Saint, a powerhouse who had dominated the Central Plains for years, he was used to countless creatures bowing before him. Yet here he was, reduced to such a state—enslaved by a dog. And the worst part was that he had absolutely no recourse. Resistance was impossible; he likely wouldn't be able to resist for the rest of his life. Submitting and playing nice was his only hope for survival.
"Little Whale, listen carefully," Damao spoke again.
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