79: Chapter 78 Yang Xing, regarded as a potential heir?

It just so happened that at this moment, there was also such a powerful auxiliary tool as the magic sea compass.

Therefore, he did not hesitate or feel afraid; instead, relying on the information provided by the compass, he frantically began to refine something.

"Fascinating." Solomon pushed up his non-existent glasses, the corners of his mouth curling upward. "Simply too fascinating!"

Fog City Camp.

Victoria's fleet had only her left.

It wasn't that her teammates had died; it was that she had let them retreat first.

Because on her compass, there was a huge scarlet dot that hadn't moved for three minutes.

Not red. It was scarlet. The kind of red that was so deep it was almost black.

The dot hung fifty-three meters underwater directly in front of her. Motionless.

Like a beast with its eyes closed, knowing you were looking at it, but too lazy to pay you any mind.

The information on the compass was flickering.

[Target: Abyss Riptooth Shark]

[Rank: Super High-Rank Sea Beast (Extremely Dangerous)]

[Size: 72.7 m]

[Characteristics: Skin can absorb kinetic attacks and reflect them; skull hardness exceeds all known metals; possesses short-range spatial teleportation ability (flash radius of about thirty meters); can briefly recover from injuries after devouring prey.]

[Weakness: The base of the third row of gums on the inner wall of the lower jaw has an exposed nerve area not covered by bone armor, about the size of a fist. Attacking this area can cause severe neural pain, causing it to briefly lose the ability to act (about 2-4 seconds).]

Victoria finished reading this information.

A seventy-two-meter shark, four or five stories high and over ten stories long, that could flash and reflect physical attacks.

Its only weakness was inside its mouth, the size of a fist.

If any normal person saw these attributes, their first reaction would be to run.

Victoria's reaction was to read the compass information a second time. Then a third time.

She was memorizing the location of the weakness.

The sea surface broke open. Not exploded, but torn apart.

A grayish-white giant body over seventy meters long rose from underwater, seawater pouring down from its spine like a waterfall. Its huge, gaping mouth stretched from its ear roots to the end of its lower jaw, with three rows of barbed sharp teeth refracting a faint, cold light in the darkness.

Two eyes. Dead gray, pupil-less eyes, aimed at Victoria's boat.

The temperature of the entire sea area plummeted by three degrees.

Victoria pulled the sword of the sea up from the deck.

The blade of the gold-Rank longsword emitted a pale golden light, resembling a lit match in the huge shadow cast by the Abyss Riptooth Shark.

She did not retreat. Not because she wasn't afraid, but because being afraid was useless.

The compass clearly marked it—this thing could flash thirty meters, and her boat couldn't outrun it.

Since she couldn't run. Victoria stepped onto the gunwale.

The wind blew into her black hair, her red eyes reflecting the giant beast's grayish-white body.

"Your Excellency." She raised her sword. "Please open your mouth."

With a push from her toes, her whole body soared into the air, charging straight toward that giant mouth capable of swallowing half a ship.

The Abyss Riptooth Shark's body trembled slightly. It opened its mouth.

—Not in response to her request. It was instinct. Prey had delivered itself to its door; there was no reason not to eat it.

Three rows of barbed teeth closed like a meat-grinder gate. But this was exactly what Victoria wanted.

In the 0.3 seconds before the giant mouth closed, she slid sideways between the teeth. The blade of the sword of the sea grazed the surface of the second row of teeth, sparks flying everywhere.

Her eyes were fixed on the heat map projected in real-time by the compass in her mind—the inner wall of the lower jaw, the base of the third row of gums, that fist-sized exposed area.

There it was. Victoria reversed her grip on the longsword, her whole body flipping like a fish inside the giant beast's mouth, thrusting the sword of the sea, hilt and blade alike, fiercely into that pink, soft flesh not covered by bone armor!

The full sharpness of the gold-Rank weapon pierced through the exposed nerve area.

The Abyss Riptooth Shark's roar shattered the water surface for a radius of one nautical mile. Its body convulsed violently. Its giant mouth hung wide open.

Victoria tumbled out from between the teeth, falling into the sea. The moment she surfaced, she was covered in blood—not her blood.

"Two seconds." She spat out the seawater in her mouth, staring at the giant beast rolling crazily on the sea surface.

The pain-induced stun mentioned by the compass was two to four seconds. That was enough. She raised her sword again.

The entire Magic Sea fell into a long and agonizing night. Everywhere was blood and slaughter, a collision between civilization and barbarism.

The roar of cannons, the shattering of planks, the roars of humans, and the shrieks of sea beasts intertwined, playing a desperate and crazy survival rhapsody.

But when the view shifted to Yang Hang's side, the style appeared to have an extremely strange split.

His super luxurious Houseboat was suffering from a crazy siege of endless low, medium, and high-Rank sea beasts.

There was no other reason; with that total merit value of over twenty billion above his head, under the rules of the Magic Sea Beast Tide, Yang Hang was simply like the brightest incandescent light bulb in the dark night, emitting a rich fragrance that was lethally tempting to sea beasts.

Sea beasts within a radius of ten thousand, or even one hundred thousand miles, were like they had gone crazy, abandoning their original targets and rushing desperately toward his location.

This extreme "siphon effect" even resulted in the ordinary Yanhuang Civilization survivors within this hundred-thousand-mile range not encountering a few decent sea beasts all night.

One by one, they held spears and short knives, guarding their boats, blankly blowing in the sea breeze, wondering if they had encountered a fake beast tide.

In a sense, Yang Hang had shouldered the pressure of this sea area all by himself, doing a huge favor for the survivors in this area.

And at this moment, Yang Hang was lying on a lounge chair on the top deck with his usual calm expression.

Above his head was a gentle, warm light; he wore a pair of large, black-rimmed sunglasses, leaning comfortably against the soft back of the chair.

Beside him, four or five bionic maids with stunning looks and shapely figures were dutifully serving him.

One was gently massaging his temples, one was kneeling beside him kneading his calves, and two others were holding silver trays, occasionally bringing peeled fresh grapes and freshly squeezed juice with straws to his lips.

Even though the sea area over ten miles wide around the Houseboat was already tightly surrounded by countless hideous sea beasts, ranging from several to dozens of meters in size, Yang Hang's expression remained calm and composed, without the slightest sense of tension, as if the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood before him was just a holographic movie.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The armed System of the super luxurious Houseboat was running at full power.

Six secondary guns were frantically pouring out firepower, and although the main gun "Heaven's Punishment" had not yet been used, the dense barrage of secondary guns was enough to tear the batches of sea beasts rushing in the front into pieces.

The smell of blood mixed with the salty, fishy scent of seawater rose into the sky. More than twenty meters away from the Houseboat, fierce sea beasts that were charging forward against the artillery fire would from time to time slam head-first into the transparent high-energy light screen shield, accompanied by teeth-aching sounds of bones breaking, smashing into shapeless piles of rotten meat, sliding into the sea with long trails of blood, after which the shield would flash, and the bloodstains would be evaporated into nothingness by the high temperature.

As time passed, the sea area over ten miles around Yang Hang's Houseboat had been paved into a solid "land of flesh and blood" by the mountain of sea beast corpses.

Just at this moment, the magic sea compass in Yang Hang's mind suddenly rang with a harsh alarm.

He gently raised his hand, lifted a corner of his sunglasses, revealing a deep left eye, and a look of interest appeared on his face.

On the distant horizon, a huge shadow like a small mountain was slowly rising from the water.

It was not swimming in the water but was directly crushing that "land of flesh and blood" paved by countless sea beast corpses, while frantically devouring the carcasses in front, rolling up waves over a hundred meters high, and approaching Yang Hang's Houseboat at high speed with a barbaric and unreasonable attitude.

It only took about ten seconds for this behemoth to reach the outside of the high-energy shield, just twenty meters away from the Houseboat.

Only at this moment did it completely reveal its full appearance above the sea—this was a terrifying giant beast that was twice as wide as the three-hundred-meter-long super luxurious Houseboat, with a height of nearly two hundred meters above the water!

Its appearance was like a stitched-together combination of a deep-sea crocodile and a giant moray eel, magnified countless times. Its whole body was covered in thick, pitch-black bone armor that emitted a metallic luster, and rows of sharp, knife-like bone spurs stuck out from its spine.

It opened its bloody maw, which was large enough to swallow an entire warship, and two eyes, each the size of a house, glowed with a chilling scarlet light, staring fixedly at Yang Hang standing on the deck.

From its big mouth, it exhaled gusts of foul-smelling breath like a gale, causing the shield to ripple violently.

As if it were announcing its arrival to Yang Hang, whom it already viewed as something in its pocket, food in its belly.