190: Chapter 190 Shadow of the Black Tide

The pitch-black night was split open as if by an invisible sharp blade. The soul-bewitching Vertical Pupil in the firmament suddenly froze, as if sensing a threat, forcibly interrupting its mental pollution.

"Bang!" Thousands of Survivors who were about to lose control collapsed onto the deck like their spines had been removed, gasping for air as if they had just crawled back from the abyss.

Shen He lay prostrate on the ground, his chest heaving violently, and cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain.

He lifted his head with effort, gritting his teeth, his eyes gradually turning from terror to fanaticism, as if he had found direction amidst the chaos.

"The Holy Father saved us!" His voice was hoarse, yet firmer than ever.

"The Holy Father is still here!" He roared out like a spark, instantly igniting the morale of the entire fleet.

Those Survivors who were on the verge of collapse felt the light reignite in their eyes upon hearing those words.

"Heads down! Obey the Holy Father's orders!" someone shouted hoarsely.

"Don't look at that eye! Knock out anyone who can't control themselves!"

Shen Xiu kicked over a trembling Crew Member beside him and grabbed a long saber, pointing it at the swaying figures on the deck.

"Whoever dares to cause trouble, I'll cut them down first!"

"For Wan Si!" That roar, carrying the scent of salty blood, pierced through the entire fleet.

This time, the Survivors' shouts were laced with fear, but even more so with blind trust in Li Taiping and an obsession with survival.

They used all their strength to suppress the churning fear in their hearts, clutching tightly to this life-saving straw.

However, the source of all this still hovered in the sky.

Li Taiping didn't look back at the inspired Crew Members; his gaze was locked onto the giant Vertical Pupil on the Floating Island.

That sword strike just now, although it severed the mental pollution affecting the fleet, failed to reach the main body.

The Vertical Pupil on the island turned slightly, as if observing Li Taiping—or the puppet standing behind him—with some ancient and cold gaze.

Immediately after, the chains wrapped around the Floating Island suddenly loosened by an inch.

"Crack!"

A massive explosion tore through the silent sea as a purple-black bolt of lightning, as thick as a mountain, descended from the sky.

It sliced through the air, heading straight for the Many Children, Many Blessings!

Su Mei stood on the balcony, her expression changing slightly as the wine glass in her hand nearly slipped. "It's coming for you."

Li Taiping laughed, a cold glint appearing at the corners of his mouth. "It finally knows who to aim for."

He waved his hand lightly, and the Dark-Gold Puppet behind him moved instantly.

The giant sword swept across the sky, the dark gold light patterns on its blade burning like fire as it met the heavenly lightning!

"Boom—!"

The lightning and the giant sword collided instantly, like two stars crashing over the sea.

Blinding white light swallowed the entire sea in an instant. Thousands of warships were pushed back by the shockwave, and blood-red waves a hundred meters high exploded from the surface. The water beneath the Many Children, Many Blessings caved in, forming a massive pit!

Li Taiping stood quietly on the balcony, his figure as steady as a mountain, unmoving.

Only his cuff had been grazed by the lightning, leaving a small tear. He glanced down at the mark, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Truly the peak of the Epic rank mentioned in the intelligence, and not just any ordinary peak." He whispered to himself, his gaze returning to the Floating Island. "I'd like to see what kind of loot you'll drop."

In the center of the Floating Island, the giant Vertical Pupil slowly contracted.

With its movement, the entire island seemed to tremble slightly.

Deep within the Black Palace, an even more terrifying aura began to surge.

Clank—

The sound of dragging chains was like war drums, shaking the entire sea.

"Thump."

"Thump."

"Thump."

Every low thud was like some sleeping behemoth awakening, stepping out of the palace.

Bing Yu stood in the corner of the balcony, her face deathly pale, her nine tails hanging limp as if she were a cat being choked.

"It's over..." her voice was as faint as a wisp of wind. "It's awake..."

Li Taiping glanced at her, his gaze as calm as an abyss. "Who?"

Bing Yu swallowed hard, her voice nearly collapsing at this moment. "The shadow of the Black Tide Sovereign."

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