Buzz—!

The half-bodied behemoth, formed from black laws and deformed flesh, extended its giant hand with incredible speed. Its attack animation defied the system's underlying logic and ignored Zhou Huai's all-knowing warning mechanism.

Zhou Huai's eyes narrowed, and he immediately activated Victor's spatial laws, retreating rapidly.

Just as he was channeling his magical power, the pressure in the surrounding deep sea surged a million times. The seawater was infused with viscous molten lead, becoming extremely heavy, and even the surrounding spatial barriers were frozen by this tyrannical force.

Bang!

The giant hand pierced through the deep sea's undercurrents and seized Zhou Huai's dark gold demon god body, which was a hundred meters tall.

Zhou Huai was struck by a high-dimensional force, his body was forcibly nailed into a dead end at the bottom of the system, and all his muscles and bones were compressed, unable to move even a finger.

The Bloodstained Armor emitted a piercing wail, and fine cracks appeared on its dark golden dragon scales as its durability rapidly decreased. Zhou Huai remained calm and decisively activated Xiang Yu's passive skill, "Ten Thousand Laws Reverse Scale."

The dark golden light retaliated, attempting to forcefully reflect the binding force back with five times the damage.

However, the black laws on that giant hand forcibly devoured and annihilated the rebounded physical and magical damage without even causing a ripple.

From deep within the giant beast's throat came Mr. Duan's condescending voice.

"Zhou Huai, don't waste your energy. Your skill mechanics are nothing but laughable numerical code in the face of true transcendent laws."

"Since you like this deep sea so much, then you can stay in its belly. The laws there are a cage I prepared specifically for you!" Mr. Duan's voice was filled with cruelty and smugness of absolute power. "Soon, I will come and deal with you myself, draining your life force bit by bit!"

Before the words were even finished, the giant hand exerted its force.

The giant hand dragged Zhou Huai forcefully toward that gaping, blood-red maw.

The seawater along the way was violently pushed aside by the raging force, forming a vacuum zone on the seabed.

Faced with the inescapable gaping maw, Zhou Huai's dark golden eyes showed no fear. He calmly analyzed the situation—Mr. Duan hadn't directly killed him, but instead chose to imprison and devour him, which meant that Mr. Duan's main body in Simon City was being restrained by the Chuna Origin Virus and couldn't free up his hands to instantly kill him!

Since a decisive blow is not possible, there is still room for a comeback!

"Old dog, you want to eat me? Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth?"

Zhou Huai sneered. He stopped his futile struggles and withdrew his released mana. He gripped the Abyss Blood Dragon Spear tightly, and the Netherworld Chains contracted, forming an impenetrable dark gold defensive net around his body to protect his vital organs, his heart and head.

Darkness descends.

The colossal beast's massive jaws snapped shut, its sharp teeth completely cutting off all light, water, and life. Zhou Huai, along with the giant black hand, was swallowed whole by the sea monster and plunged into the dark abyss.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away on the sea.

A fierce wind howled, and the sky darkened. Black waves crashed against the azure boat that hovered on the sea.

Above the sky, the Heavenly Dao System was angered by the leak of the Sea God's aura of revival. Purple lightning churned and brewed in the clouds, occasionally striking down with bolts of lightning, but these were blocked by the black deathly aura rising from the sea.

The small boat rocked violently in the wind and waves, and the energy shield flickered and hissed under the dual erosion of water pressure and death energy.

Old Mo stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the ship, his withered body exposed to the howling wind that tore at his gray hair, his gaze fixed on the black ocean below.

Behind him, the group of powerful figures from the old era who were once invincible in the ruins of Castrandis all looked worried and tense.

The burly man gripped the harpoon in his hand and paced back and forth on the deck, his massive body creaking under his feet, clearly annoyed.

"Elder Mo, the commotion down there... has stopped." The cold-faced young man walked to Elder Mo's side, staring at the calm sea. "That young man from the mortal world, can he really deal with the Sea God controlled by Mr. Duan?"

“Yes,” the older twin couldn’t help but speak up, his voice tinged with worry. “That fluctuation just now was terrifying. That was a direct clash beyond the laws of nature. He’s fused with so many strange professional powers, but he’s still facing the high-dimensional will of the Sea God and Mr. Duan. His chances of winning...”

"Shut up. Don't say such discouraging things."

Old Mo didn't turn around; his voice, filled with determination, was exceptionally clear amidst the howling wind.

“We can only trust him now,” said Old Mo. “That young man’s abilities far exceed your calculation panels. Since he dared to fight alone, he must have the confidence.”

“But that monster was nurtured by Mr. Duan using eight divine artifacts...” The alluring woman bit her red lips.

"No buts!" Elder Mo interrupted her in a deep voice, his withered fingers gripping the edge of the control panel. "I have already handed over the Netherworld Chains to him. They are the culmination of my life's work, the finest craftsmanship in the Seventh World, and the ultimate weapon specifically forged to counter the Sea God's essence! With the Netherworld Chains in hand, he can turn misfortune into good fortune!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Upon hearing the words "Netherworld Chains," the group calmed down somewhat. They understood the power of that chain; it wasn't just a piece of equipment, but the last remaining fortune of the Seventh World.

"As long as he can deal with the Sea God and prevent Mr. Duan from devouring that source, the mission of us old ghosts will be completely over." Old Mo sighed, his tone filled with relief.

Silence fell upon the crowd. Yes, their sole obsession with surviving to this world was to avenge themselves against Mr. Duan. If Zhou Huai could do it, they would be willing to perish, body and soul.

However, this brief period of anticipation and tranquility was short-lived.

Mo Lao, who had been keeping his eyes closed and trying to sense the battle situation in the deep sea through a faint mental link, suddenly shuddered.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes bloodshot, flashing with horror and panic.

“Disappeared...” Old Mo murmured to himself, his voice trembling.

"What disappeared?" The burly man, with his keen hearing, leaned closer and asked anxiously.

Old Mo turned his head, his already aged face completely bloodless, his expression extremely gloomy.

"My connection to the Netherworld Chains... has disappeared."

These words struck a chord with everyone.

"What?!"