Titan King: Ascension of the Giant
Chapter 711 - 711: Bizarre scene

The deep sea of any world is invariably filled with mystery.

The various wonders and sublime beauty of the seabed lie hidden in sunless gloom and vast, boundless expanses.

However, the deep sea also possesses its own unique forms and a kaleidoscope of colors.

Underwater canyons are one such feature.

Zale, mounted on a Lighthouse Jellyfish unique to the Trident Sea region, led a group of his kinsmen as they dove towards an underwater canyon.

This nearby underwater canyon was home to an extremely rare Dragon Blood Coral, a magical plant that concentrated exceptionally pure water elements and was essential for the Waveborn seadragon race's coming-of-age ceremony.

Zale's purpose on this outing was to gather this Dragon Blood Coral.

The faint blue light emitted by the Lighthouse Jellyfish illuminated the pitch-black deep sea—a soft luminescence unique to the depths.

The unique aura of the seadragon race radiated outwards, driving away the sea beasts in the vicinity.

Bubbles occasionally rose from the seabed in shimmering strings, lending the scenery a supernatural, ethereal beauty.

However, just at this moment, a rushing sound of displaced water echoed, and a dense cloud of bubbles ascended from the seabed.

A colossal shadow shot out from the underwater canyon like a bolt of lightning, striking directly at the leading Zale and the Lighthouse Jellyfish beneath him.

"Who might you be, Your Excellency?"

"I am Zale, Twelfth Prince of the Waveborn seadragon race. This is the territory of our seadragon race."

"We…"

As a member of the Sea Race, Zale was highly sensitive to violent fluctuations in the nearby waters; he had detected the attacker the instant it appeared.

Zale announced his lineage, hoping to intimidate the enemy, as most powerful sea beasts or Sea Race members in the vicinity feared their seadragon race.

Regrettably, Zale received no response.

What Zale did encounter was a pair of enormous, greyish-yellow eyes filled with murderous intent. Within those eyes, there was only cold indifference and a thirst for slaughter.

"Tornado Strike!"

An icy voice resounded. A dragon-like form soared upwards, and the surrounding seawater seemed to compress, trapping Zale and his kinsmen within a spherical water prison.

Zale's face contorted in a snarl, his pupils filled with utter despair.

For Zale, the seawater, usually as light as air, now felt incredibly heavy. He couldn't move within this water prison, couldn't even open his mouth, let alone make a sound.

Such devastating water magic could only be unleashed by a Legendary-level expert in person.

This was Zale's final thought before death.

Three days later, Ironveil Escarpment.

A torrential downpour lashed down, creating significant trouble for the Stoneheart Horde members excavating the canal.

The newly dug artificial lake also began to accumulate a large volume of rainwater during this deluge.

"Elder of Stewardship, we have a problem!"

Dace, Otho, Ursa, Drakthul, Gormathar, and other elders all stood behind Delilah.

Raindrops splattered against the shields of blood and life force protecting them, only to be repelled.

The group stared at the still-filling artificial lake, their expressions exceptionally grim.

"It's no great matter," Delilah said. "I have already ordered the Water Lizard tribe to hasten here at full speed. They will arrive in three days at most."

Hearing this, Dace and the others' expressions eased slightly.

The Water Lizard people were a small tribe living in the southern territories of the Stoneheart Horde, one of its vassal races.

This race couldn't compare to the giants in combat strength or population, but they were skilled in a type of water control magic. Moving the accumulated water from the artificial lake would not be a difficult task for them.

"It's a good thing the excavation of the artificial lake is almost complete," Drakthul remarked. "Otherwise, this rain would have delayed us for a very long time."

Drakthul looked up at the sky; the persistent drizzle made him feel a sliver of thankfulness.

"What is that?"

However, just as Drakthul looked up at the sky, several black dots plummeted from high above, like raindrops.

Those black dots grew larger and larger, their speed increasing rapidly.

Everyone, including Delilah, looked up and witnessed this bizarre scene.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

The dark shadows successively plunged into the artificial lake, sending up massive waves.

"What was that?"

"No idea!"

"If I'm not mistaken, they looked like warriors of the Sea Race."

"Now that you mention it, they really could be sea race beings."

"…"

The speakers were Dace, Otho, and Ursa. All three had been to dragon territory and had seen various types of Sea Race warriors.

They had even clashed with Merfolk in the Colosseum.

"Elder of Stewardship, what do we do now?" Gormathar asked Delilah.

Even using half a brain, he knew the scene before them wasn't just bizarre but also reeked of conspiracy.

Delilah said nothing. She raised her head, looking up at the sky, her beautiful eyes filled with gravity and a trace of fear.

For an enemy to approach so high above without her detecting them, they had to be at the Legendary level.

"Alert!"

After a moment, Delilah issued the command to prepare for battle. Dace, Otho, and the others had looks of shock and bewilderment in their eyes.

An enemy attack?

Where was the enemy?

How many were there?

A series of questions popped into the minds of Dace, Otho, Ursa, Drakthul, and the others. They had no time to think, instinctively executing Delilah's command.

Yet, even after the rain stopped and the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky, the battle did not commence.

There was no trace of any enemy in the azure sky, which allowed the group, who had been braced for a major confrontation, to heave a slight sigh of relief.

"Dace, Otho, take your kinsmen down to investigate. See if those Sea Race members are still alive. Be careful."

Dace and Otho bowed in acknowledgment and then led a troop of giant warriors down the escarpment.

An hour later, Delilah and the other high-ranking members of the horde stood on the bank, watching as Dace's team retrieved corpses one by one.

"It's seadragons! They are the Seadragons and Merfolk that inhabit the sea region near our territory!" Ursa exclaimed. The Stoneheart Horde had obtained some intelligence on the Sea Race from the blood elves.

This western Trident Sea region was the territory of the Waveborn seadragon race—the very Sea Race members the Stoneheart Horde and the blood elves were preparing to face.

Drakthul stepped forward, examined the condition of a seadragon corpse, and poked one of them with his finger.

Pfft!

The skin ruptured, and a foul-smelling, bloody fluid oozed from the corpse.

Drakthul's brow furrowed tightly, his pupils constricting.

"There are no external wounds on any of the corpses. Their internal organs have been crushed and liquefied by concussive force."

"Such a powerful method of attack is definitely beyond the capabilities of an Alpha-level individual."

Drakthul stated his judgment. Amidst the shocked and bewildered gazes of the others, Delilah stepped forward and, from the head of the largest seadragon warrior, extracted an essence pearl.

"Comparing this to the information the blood elves gave us, this largest seadragon should be at the late Alpha-level in terms of strength."

"Its eyes, too, are comparable to Alpha-level beast crystal cores."

Delilah looked up, towards the direction of the coastline, a glint of wisdom shining in her eyes.