"I... I submit..."
The oppressed voice of the Thunder Whale Third Elder echoed throughout the Dark Abyss.
The entire Dark Abyss fell into silence.
Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at the sky above, at the fierce blood-red sword scars, fresh blood gushing out from those chasm-like wounds.
Blood rain poured down.
This was the blood of a Saint King.
Bathing in the blood of the Saint King, the beings within the Dark Abyss all received immense benefit.
However...
That wasn't what excited them the most.
What truly exhilarated them was that the Thunder Whale Third Elder had actually submitted.
Does this mean they too have hope of leaving this place?
After all.
Who would want to stay inside the belly of a Thunder Whale, waiting every hundred days for it to devour thousands of miles, just to scavenge some resources for survival?
