The radiance of the Merfolk's Island Protection Array shimmered, a translucent light film isolating two realms inside and outside.
Outside the array was a sea of terrifying crimson light saturating the chaos, the blood-colored tide so overwhelming that even the void gradually dissolved into nothingness.
Yimuer stood before the array, his Tier Nine Ultimate form slightly tense, chilled to the bone.
Though once the pinnacle of combat power in this world, even through the array, he could clearly perceive the world-destroying divine power contained in that red light.
Inside the island, all the powerful Merfolk, whether Eighth Level Overlords or Half-Step Ultimates, trembled slightly, faces filled with terror.
In the face of such a true calamity capable of overturning the heavens, they were as insignificant as ants and dust, utterly vulnerable.
"Priest, what kind of world-ending calamity is outside?"
