Outside the window, the downpour hammered the sea.
Qin Ziwen grabbed his raincoat and strode toward the balcony.
Rain poured down like a waterfall, visibility practically zero.
But in the gray expanse between heaven and earth, the coastline—once dozens of meters from the Gated Community's entrance—had now completely vanished.
The wooden planks of the floating bridge near the shore had long been splintered by the waves, their fragments swept up by the surf and smashed against the retaining wall.
The sea level was rising in a way that defied all logic.
Mogu's pale golden pupils narrowed into a thin line.
Its body trembled uncontrollably—not from fear, but from an instinct that resonated deep within its bloodline.
Its gaze fell upon the distant surface of the sea.
A section of the ocean there was bulging upward in an unnatural way.
It wasn't a wave. It was an entity of unimaginable size, rising from the depths!
