Translator: Aran

  The army that was riding the hurricane waves was marching in a very peculiar formation, piercing through the ocean like deities that controlled the waves. Wherever they were, in the middle of the sky, the originally churning waves were as though fished up by an invisible giant net and re-integrated into the sea.

  Under the tens of thousands of meters below the seabed.

  In a hall that was glittering with colorful crystals.

  The Water Race demon king..