The Nascent Soul Spirit-Form of True Lord Seashock wore a bitter expression, as if unsure how to even begin explaining.
Forget the Sea-Suppressing Ancestor—even he, who had experienced it firsthand, still felt dazed. It didn’t seem real.
It was simply too absurd.
They had merely gone to hunt a fourth-tier beast king—at most, to ambush some so-called lucky cultivator blessed with fortune.
Instead, they’d provoked some kind of absolute calamity.
Who the hell were they supposed to complain to?
He didn’t know who Lu Changsheng was, what his background might be, or even why he was there.
