Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
The doors of the special strategic conference room in the Imperial Capital closed shut, completely cutting off the complex gazes of the councilors and high-ranking military commanders of Shenzhou. A chilly wind swept through the endless corridor, carrying the salty tang of the ocean from thousands of miles away alongside an invisible, crushing pressure that weighed down upon every inch of space.
Lin Feng walked forward, the rhythmic thud of his military boots striking the marble floor sounding crisp, cold, and resolute. His expression was as tranquil as an autumn lake, but deep within his pitch-black eyes burned a fierce, roaring battle will, blazing like molten lava ready to erupt from a volcano’s crater.
The international meeting that had just concluded had unveiled a terrifying and blood-soaked panoramic picture. Everything humanity had faced up until now—whether it was raging demonic hordes flooding past the Great Wall or formidable Supreme Grandmasters—was essentially just tiny ripples on the surface of a deep ocean teeming with primordial monsters.
The latest intelligence reports from inter-country magic observation stations brought not a single ray of hope. Deep at the bottom of the Mariana Trench and the ancient abyss seas, Ocean Monarchs were awakening from deep slumbers that had lasted tens of thousands of years. They were not mere living creatures; they were mobile engines of destruction bearing power that could rival, and even surpass, humanity’s most terrifying forbidden curses.