Chapter 722: Leviathan’s Heirs
Seawater burst in a jagged column, catastrophic waves roiling outwards into tsunamis that rushed toward the shore with a deafening rumble.
Bloodied face and breathing laboriously, Adam’s lips quivered inside the pit. A colossal life force, more than what he had ever felt in a being, burned like an eternal brazier in his perception. Powerlessness clawed at his heart, dread making his every hair bristle over his creeping skin.
If he could, he didn’t want to see what it was. But he had to.
He strained his battered body into sitting, breath catching in his throat as he saw a head that engulfed half the blessed in its shadow emerge. Rugged horns and serrated fins ending in flailing, mucus-slick tentacles crowned its skull in a nightmare of bioluminescent scars. Its mouth, the very image of aberration, seared into his mind like a brand.
Three rows of fangs glistened with sharpness equal to the demonic cleaver. They weren’t teeth... Each was a weapon of the highest tier—just as its smooth scales were unbreachable armor.
And it was grinning at him.
’No... NOO!’
A scream, not his own, tore through his mind. It was the Aamon’s cleaver.
’Why? HOW? It can’t happen!’ Horror fractured its voice into a dozen shrieking echoes.
Adam would have been curious about what could terrify the arrogant weapon at any other time. But not now. Not when the surreal life force was merely the outer layer of the beast’s powers, a drop in the bucket resulting from its vitality—not qi.
His mind buckled under the sheer weight of what he sensed. There was more, so much more than what he had stolen from Luna to conduct Kwame’s ritual.
So much more that his unlimited mana heart felt like a dying ember beside a supernova. And suddenly, the mysteries about how the mages had flourished in the cultivation realm for fifteen millennia found an answer.