The aura surrounding Yang Chen erupted like a volcano suppressed for ten thousand years! His blood, burning to its utmost, transformed into a golden tempest visible to the naked eye, madly spreading from him in all directions.
The air was thick with the scent of scorched ash; within a hundred meters around him, the remnants of sea monsters, shattered weapons, even floating blood, all vaporized and burned away in an instant under his terrifying heat!
The seawater beneath his feet was not merely pushed aside—it evaporated directly, forming an expanding depression, as if even this vast ocean could not endure his presence!
At this moment, Yang Chen was utterly consumed by frenzy.
No—more precisely, the shackles of rationality had been shattered, granting dominion to the most primal, purest battle instinct imprinted deep within his blood and bones!
He lost the ability to think, lost tactics, lost the balance between enemy and self.
