Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 399 War will not end here

Gradually, Orion lost track of time as the Reverse Whale ceased its charge.

He exerted force, pulling the Lord's Stone from the whale's head.

As he collected the stone, his eyes gleamed with surprise—the kill had dropped a survivor's chest.

Picking up the chest, Orion stamped the ground, allowing the Reverse Whale to sink to the ocean floor.

Quickly, he swam upward toward the surface.

With a splash of water, lightning flashed, and Orion surged out of the water, floating in mid-air.

Looking down, he saw nothing but the vast expanse of ocean. Whitecliff and the land were nowhere in sight.

Uncertain where the Reverse Whale had taken him, Orion decided to rise higher, searching for the direction of the mainland.

Howl!

Suddenly, a massive, abyss-like maw emerged from the waters below him, aiming to swallow Orion whole.

With a rumble, Orion transformed into lightning and narrowly dodged the ambush.

In the sky, Orion remained on high alert, his heart pounding as he looked down. A Reverse Whale, over ten thousand meters long, breached the surface and was coming after him.

"Legendary-level peak!"

Orion gasped, sensing the terrifying power of the whale—it was at the peak of Legendary level.

At that moment, most of Orion's transcendent power had been depleted, and he didn't dare confront the Reverse Whale head-on.

"Damned giant, give me Lord's Stone!"

The Reverse Whale leaped from the water, swinging its enormous tail toward Orion.

Once again, Orion became lightning, soaring to a higher altitude. He spotted a hint of green in the direction of one o'clock and began fleeing toward it.

Behind him, the massive Reverse Whale showed no signs of returning to the water. Instead, it swayed and pursued him at an incredible speed.

For half an hour, the chase continued, with Orion narrowly escaping the whale's pursuit.

As the land grew closer, Orion finally sensed familiar auras.

At the same time, a dragon's roar echoed from beneath the water.

A white dragon's phantom surged from the sea, charging directly at the Reverse Whale pursuing Orion.

In an instant, the sound of the dragon's roar and the Reverse Whale's special sonic waves clashed in the area.

Orion stepped out of the lightning, watching the struggle between the white dragon's phantom and the Reverse Whale from afar, hesitating whether to intervene.

Just then, another set of special sound waves emanated from beneath the water. Three wounded Reverse Whales leaped from the depths, targeting the white dragon's phantom.

The white dragon's phantom, sensing the attack, collided with the Reverse Whales and retreated toward Orion.

In that brief moment, figures began emerging from the water—wounded Lireesa, Jorik, Dain, Richard, as well as the half-dragon and dragon beast.

"Damn Sea race, go back to your deep sea! This is the dragon race's territory."

"If it weren't for Arch Lord being unable to leave the two-world battlefield, I would've wiped your entire race out."

The voice of the white dragon phantom was commanding and grand—clearly, it was the voice of Arch Lord White Dragon Frostsire.

"Hmph… don't think you're the only Arch Lord. When our ancestors return, we'll crush the dragon race, unleash endless waves, and claim this land as ours."

The massive Reverse Whale showed no fear of the white dragon phantom.

After speaking, it opened its mouth and made a provocative statement.

"War will not end here!"

With a series of massive splashes, four enormous waves erupted as the four Legendary-level Sea creatures entered the deep water, vanishing from sight.

The white dragon's phantom also dove back into the water, returning to the depths of Whitecliff.

Orion turned to look at Jorik, seeking answers.

Orion was unsure what had happened in Whitecliff during his absence.

"Orion, are you alright?"

Jorik, noticing Orion's gaze, spoke with concern.

Orion shook his head and briefly explained the events he had experienced.

"I was knocked into the deep sea by a Reverse Whale, and then encountered another Reverse Whale. I was being chased back here."

"What about you? What's been happening on your end?"

Jorik chuckled bitterly, looking at the sea with a troubled expression.

"When I first chose to divide the battlefield, we had the advantage. Lireesa, Dain, and Richard almost killed a Reverse Whale."

"But then, for some reason, those Reverse Whales desperately broke free and summoned countless Mermen to surround us."

"With the Reverse Whales and the Mermen working together, we were all heavily injured."

"If it weren't for the timely appearance of the ancestor's will projection from Dragon Nest, which killed a Reverse Whale, we might have perished."

As Jorik spoke, he glanced at the five Legendary-level powerhouses—Lireesa, Dain, Richard, the half-dragon, and the dragon beast.

Lireesa, Dain, and Richard were all struggling. Blood trickled from their mouths, and Dain's arm hung limp at his side, thin and pale.

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Dain, noticing Orion's gaze on his arm, spoke casually.

"My original arm was severed by that damned merman. Luckily, Lireesa's magic saved me, and now it's grown back, but I still can't use it."

Orion nodded and turned his attention to the half-dragon and dragon beast.

These two were covered in bite marks, clearly having suffered greatly from the Mermen's assault.

"Lord Jorik, the Mermen have retreated. We'll return to Dragon Nest now!"

Jorik nodded. The half-dragon and dragon beast, both Legendary-level, bid Orion and the others farewell before diving into the water and returning to Whitecliff.

Orion watched them disappear into the water, sighing.

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Frostsire, the white dragon, had been sealed for millennia, yet the dragon race could still field three Legendary-level powerhouses—this spoke volumes about their deep reserves.

At the same time, Orion realized that obtaining the Lord's Stone promised by Frostsire during the North-South War would be no easy task.

"Lord Jorik, what exactly are the Mermen? Where did they come from?"

The question came from Dain, the Dwarven Prophet.

Since becoming a lord, he had never encountered such a large number of Mermen.

Before, he only knew them by name.

Jorik stared thoughtfully at the distant sea, his expression grave. After a moment of reflection, he spoke with concern.

"The ones who attacked us are the Slark Mermen, also known as Merfolk. They live in the deep sea, inhabiting the waters surrounding our continent."

"Thousands of years ago, when our dragon race was at its peak, we could easily suppress the Merfolk."

"And because we crushed them so hard, we made powerful enemies."

"Now, with the return of the dragon race to the heart of this continent, they've received word of it, and that's why we're seeing this massive tsunami."

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