Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 543: Primal Megalodon (Part 3)

Alus Restor looked anxiously towards the battle between the Sea King and the Primal Megalodon.

"Yes, this Primal Megalodon has been hiding until now, revealing its formidable strength. Even the Sea King might not be able to defeat it. If the Sea King loses, the consequences could be disastrous..."

"Is the Primal Megalodon really that powerful?"

The Lin family Head had only glimpsed the outlines of the two monsters and hadn’t seen them clearly.

"Very powerful," Alus Restor replied without hesitation.

The Lin family Head’s expression grew even more somber.

He knew Alus Restor’s strength well, and if he said so, it must be true, "Does the Sea King have any chance of winning?"

Alus Restor was silent for a few seconds before sighing lightly, "The chances are very slim. If it were in his prime, the Primal Megalodon might not be a match for him. But for so many years, the Sea King has been guarding that spatial rift without rest, unable to advance his powers and constantly suffering damage. Defeat seems inevitable."

As he spoke, a deep roar from the Sea King echoed through the splashing water, full of boundless authority but tinged with weakness.

The Primal Megalodon’s angry roar immediately shattered the momentum he had just built up.

The Primal Megalodon glared down at the Sea King below, its brown eyes filled with arrogance and contempt, exuding a sense of dominance, as if it were the true king of the seas.

"The current you cannot defeat me. Submit to me, and I might spare your life."

The Sea King gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression as calm as ever.

But a closer look at his eyes revealed a layer of anxiety, his gaze constantly shifting towards the Primal Megalodon’s back—towards the Sea Of Death and the spatial rift.

"You will never become the King of the Sea," the Sea King said calmly.

"King?" the Primal Megalodon sneered coldly,"I don’t need to be the King Of The Sea. I am the ruler of the ocean. All the marine-type mutated creatures, including land-type mutated creatures, must submit to me."

The Sea King shook his head, "How can you be the ruler of the ocean when it’s disappearing? Unless you can solve the problem of the spatial rift, it doesn’t matter even if you become the King of the Sea."

"Do you think I’m foolish enough to be trapped in one place forever, just to protect a bunch of ignorant beings like you?"

The Primal Megalodon shifted its enormous body, its eyes fixated on him.

"I am not just the ruler of the ocean; I am the ruler of Earth. Humans are insignificant. If the ocean disappears, I will move to the land. The creatures that cannot survive outside the water don’t deserve to live."

"You deceived them?"

The Sea King frowned.

"Survival of the fittest. The unfit are eliminated; it’s a law as old as time. You, who were once the ruler of the sea, should understand this. Moreover, you and I are not the same. Just because you can’t solve a problem doesn’t mean I can’t," the Primal Megalodon said with confidence and arrogance.

The Sea King recalled that the Primal Megalodon had just said he wouldn’t deal with the spatial rift.

"How will you solve it?"

"The spatial rift is in the Sea Of Death. If we isolate it from other sea areas, it will be like the other rifts above the Sea Of Death—no longer a threat to us."

The Sea King had hoped the Primal Megalodon might have a viable solution, but upon hearing this, he realized he had overestimated him.

"You’re incredibly naive," the Sea King said with disappointment, shaking his head.

The Sea Of Death lies at the ocean’s center, surrounded by water on all sides, with depths reaching tens of thousands of meters.

Even the mightiest beings can’t sever it from the rest of the ocean.

The Primal Megalodon’s suggestion to isolate sea areas was nothing short of a dream.

Furthermore, if the threat of the spatial rift could be solved so easily, the Sea King would have already pursued that solution.

The spatial rift at the bottom of the Sea Of Death differs from the rifts in the sky.

Although he wasn’t sure what the specific issue was, he knew that the rift underwater was continually expanding.

Once it grows to a certain size, it will inevitably lead to global disaster.

The Sea King discreetly glanced behind the Primal Megalodon, where two humans were hiding.

The idea of marine-type mutated creatures conquering human lands was far-fetched.

He had watched the humans grow from a weak to powerful creature in less time than it had taken by the marine-type mutated creatures.

The humans are infinitely resilient and resourceful.

If they were pushed to the brink, even the mighty Primal Megalodon would suffer greatly.

The Primal Megalodon who is full of pride, sensed the Sea King’s condescending attitude, fueling his fury.

"Whether I am naive or not, there is one unchangeable outcome: I will become the ruler of Earth, and you and your marine-type mutated creatures will soon become trophies of my ascent."

"Just watch as the Sea Of Death vanishes. The spatial rift you’ve guarded for so long will erupt and consume the very people you’ve been protecting."

The Primal Megalodon’s words struck a nerve with the Sea King.

Even at a distance, the surrounding seawater began flowing toward the center of the Sea Of Death, as if it were turning into a massive whirlpool.

The sense of impending doom was palpable even from afar; the situation near the palace must be dire.

The catastrophe caused by the spatial rift was expanding rapidly.

Larger and larger whirlpools appeared, with water surging towards the rift.

The worry in the Sea King’s eyes deepened.

The spatial rift was worsening, and he needed to return quickly.