Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat - Chapter 625

625: The Depths Beneath Sacred Sea Island 625: The Depths Beneath Sacred Sea Island Emery Shaw cursed under his breath.

That man clearly had a grudge against him.

There was no time to dodge.

In an instant, Emery tucked in his arms and legs, even pulling his head into his torso.

Within a heartbeat, he transformed into a perfect sphere.

Boom!

The impact shook the entire island like an earthquake had struck.

Buildings rattled, waves surged against the shore, and the ground split open in cracks that spidered toward the coast.

Tourists stumbled out of their rooms and crowded balconies, their terrified screams cutting through the roar.

Chaos swept across the eastern side of Sacred Sea Island.

When the dust finally cleared, a crater five or six meters deep and twenty meters wide scarred the ground.

At its center, Emery Shaw was gone.

The Dissenters who had been fighting nearby froze, their faces twisted between fear and disbelief.

Even the goateed man who led them took a cautious step back.

That ancient-looking man was too powerful.

He stared silently at the crater, eyes shadowed with something that looked almost like sorrow.

Awooo…!

A low, thunderous roar rolled across the island.

“Who dares cause trouble on Sacred Sea Island?” Alaric had barely lifted his hand for another strike when the draconic howl shook the air.

Wherever the sound spread, tourists collapsed one after another, dropping into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Out of the air appeared six figures in white robes-the same six Ethan had glimpsed earlier.

They surrounded Alaric in a tight formation.

Relief flickered in the goateed man’s eyes; these six were infamous for their strength.

With them here, this nightmare should have been over.

But Alaric only smiled faintly, as if he had expected their arrival.

“I sensed you long ago,” he said.

“Six mere beasts, and you think you can lecture me?” His tone dripped with arrogance, his eyes cold and dismissive.

“Arrogant fool,” one of the white-robed figures snarled.

The air shuddered like grinding metal as the speaker lunged forward.

The others followed an instant later, their robes flaring like wings.

Boom!

The collision was blinding.

When the shockwave faded, the six figures staggered back several steps.

Their faces were hidden beneath their hoods, but their trembling arms betrayed the strain.

Alaric, by contrast, only flushed slightly before steadying himself.

“Six wretches,” he said with a mocking smile.

“I won’t bother playing with you today.” As soon as the words left his mouth, his body shot upward like a streak of light.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Awooo…!

The six white-robed figures erupted in unison, their bodies swelling and contorting.

In moments, they had become six colossal wyrms, each over a hundred meters long, scales flashing like ivory armor under the sunlight.

The only mark that set them apart from ordinary serpents was the single horn crowning each of their heads.

They rose into the sky and encircled Alaric, their roars echoing across the sea.

Far offshore, something spherical burst from beneath the surface, skipping across the waves before settling to float quietly.

After a few seconds, a head poked out.

It was Emery Shaw.

Alaric’s attack had grazed him, but Emery had softened his body at the last moment and let the force fling him away instead of crushing him.

The impact had hurled him deep underwater, slamming him dozens of meters down before his momentum ran out.

Now, exhausted but alive, he drifted on the surface, bobbing gently with the tide.

Meanwhile, Ethan knew nothing of the chaos above.

Deep beneath the waves, he was still descending, following the jagged rock face of the seabed, unaware that Sacred Sea Island was on the brink of destruction.

Ethan continued descending into the ocean’s darkness.

As he went deeper, he noticed something strange-the island’s shape seemed to change.

At first, it narrowed beneath the surface, but the farther he went, the more it expanded outward again.

Then, around a thousand meters down, it suddenly drew inward, as if the entire landmass were folding into itself.

When Ethan finally reached nearly nine thousand meters below sea level, he froze in astonishment.

The island wasn’t resting on any seabed at all-it was floating, suspended in the water like a massive structure hanging in mid-ocean.

Looking closer, he realized its shape resembled an inverted bottle.

His brow furrowed.

If it’s a bottle… then there must be an opening.

Driven by that thought, Ethan directed his mech toward the island’s center beneath the sea.

Down here, the pressure was enough to crush a human body to pulp, but the mech held steady, its reinforced shell groaning softly under the weight of the ocean.

Its systems weren’t perfect yet-it could barely provide propulsion and protection-but it was enough to keep him alive.

He searched for a long time, scanning every inch of the island’s underside.

There was nothing-no entrance, no light, not even a hint of an opening.

Doubt crept into his chest.

‘Was I wrong?

Is the island solid after all?’ Just as he was about to retreat, the Ancestral Dragon’s Imperial Aura inside him suddenly erupted.

It surged violently from his Core, slipping from his control entirely.

A golden-yellow light blazed through the deep, cutting through the black water like a sunrise breaking the horizon.

From his chest emerged a tiny dragon-shaped spirit, glowing brilliantly in the dark.

Before Ethan could react, it flicked its tail and darted off into the distance.

“Damn it… don’t run!” he shouted instinctively, surging after it.

He had no idea where it was going, but he couldn’t afford to lose it.

That aura was something even his mother had treasured.

If it truly possessed the power she hinted at, letting it escape would be an unforgivable mistake.

… Far above, Emery Shaw cautiously poked his head out from his spherical form-and immediately wished he hadn’t.

The island in the distance was chaos.

Six enormous wyrms coiled and clashed in the sky, each movement shaking the heavens.

The man in ancient robes was battling them alone, and every collision sounded like thunder splitting the world apart.

Explosions tore through the air.

One of the Flying Dragon ships anchored at the harbor was already wrecked, its hull split clean in half by a stray strike from a wyrm.

It burned as it sank slowly into the waves.

On the ground, panic spread like wildfire.

The Dissenters had broken formation, fleeing in every direction.

The sheer scale of the battle was beyond anything they could comprehend.

Many were caught in the crossfire-some crushed by falling debris, others swallowed by the shockwaves.

The wyrms showed no restraint.

Their attacks slammed indiscriminately into the island, shaking cliffs and splitting open courtyards.

Thankfully, the fight remained near the coast.

Had it moved inland, the unconscious tourists lying within the island’s resorts would already have been wiped out.

The goateed man’s face had gone pale.

He barked orders over the chaos, telling his subordinates to pull back and rescue the wounded.

But his mind was racing.

If the wyrms or that ancient warrior brought their battle closer to the island’s center, countless civilians would die before they even woke.

For all their ruthlessness, the Ninth Division still lived by one rule-protect the people.

Whatever their methods, whatever their past mistakes, most of them had joined for that reason alone.

“Captain…” A woman’s trembling voice snapped him from his thoughts.

She was staring past him, her face drained of color.

The goateed man turned-and froze.

In her eyes was pure, unfiltered terror.