Rumbling sounds continued to emerge from the deep sea.
Countless bubbles, from deep to shallow, began to slowly float up.
Until Chu Yao rose above the sea level and stood high in the sky.
Pearl Island is still peaceful and tranquil, like a paradise.
A group of scantily clad dragon girls were singing and dancing, twisting their plump buttocks and blowing large conch shells.
Many shrimp soldiers and crab generals nearby were watching the carnival, hitting stones and singing.
Then the sea boiled.
The magma below was burning with full force, the heat spreading upwards layer by layer, bubbles gurgling out, mixed with crimson fire, and the temperature was gradually rising.
The sea creatures in the deep sea began to surge up frantically.
Like seafood thrown into a hot pot alive, they instinctively sensed the huge danger and the doomsday scene and fled.
There is no need to watch the ending anymore.
The power of natural disasters cannot be resisted by any human power.
Even if the Demon Saint Moqi came back now, he would be completely powerless to save the situation.
Chu Yao stood high in the sky, quietly watching the chaos and countless casualties below for a long time.
I didn't feel any pleasure.
At the same time, it is not sad.
Yes, just peace.
Such a scene cannot even be described as "one general's success means thousands of soldiers' sacrifice". War at least has basic morality, but at this moment, here, there is only killing, all killing.
Besides, all these killings were caused by himself.
Until the magma erupted completely, like a volcanic eruption, carrying huge water mist, broke through the sea level and rushed into the sky.
Chu Yao let out a long sigh.
Then he left without looking back.
From then on, there was no more endless sea in the world.
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