Chapter 4389

Mera couldn't stop him either, and watching Arthur rush up, she had no choice but to rush up too. Orm was worthy of being an Atlantean prince who grew up on the seabed; his water-controlling skills were much more proficient than Arthur's, and he brandished the golden trident, surrounding Steppenwolf airtight.

However, compared to a warrior like Arthur, he was closer to a mage. After Steppenwolf found an opening to get close, he was slapped into the ground with one palm. Red blood floated out from his mouth, and he moved his only movable right arm, throwing the trident back to Arthur.

Arthur's body was also surrounded by bright red blood. Steppenwolf's claws were unique; the wounds he created were difficult to heal, and even water magic could only partially stop the bleeding. Arthur was already pale from excessive blood loss.

At this time, the leaders of the seven tribes arrived late. Seeing the miserable state of the two former leaders, they roared angrily and rushed toward Steppenwolf one after another. But Arthur shouted: "No!!!"

Steppenwolf stomped his foot hard, and the immense force sent ripples through the entire sea area. The leaders of the seven tribes were directly overturned by the shockwave. Arthur gritted his teeth and rushed toward him again, even though he was already tottering under Steppenwolf's offensive, he fought to the death and did not retreat.

The leaders of the seven seas looked at each other, and after climbing up, they continued to hold their weapons high, shouting: "Long live Atlantis!!!"

Then they continued to charge toward Steppenwolf, and other Atlantean warriors were also encouraged, constantly attacking Steppenwolf. Gradually, the entire sea was dyed blood red.

Even without the attack of the Parademons, Steppenwolf was simply too powerful; his claws were indestructible, his metal armor was impregnable, not to mention his strength was extremely powerful, even with the resistance of the water flow, he was simply not something ordinary Atlanteans could contend with.

Arthur tried his best, injury upon injury, and only left a scar on his neck, but he himself was already at the end of his rope.

He was thrown away by Steppenwolf again. Mera, who was attacking from the side, hurriedly rushed over and helped him up. Arthur's complexion had turned somewhat gray, but he still smiled at Mera.

Mera pursed her lips, seemingly wanting to say something more, but Steppenwolf's offensive had arrived, and she had to pick up Arthur's trident to block. But she seemed unable to exert the true power of the trident, and with just one blow, the trident was knocked away. Steppenwolf's sharp claws were about to graze Mera's neck.

Suddenly, his movement stalled—Arthur hugged his waist from behind. Arthur exerted his final strength and directly suplexed Steppenwolf to the ground, but at the same time, he couldn't stand up either.

Steppenwolf stood up from the ground, grabbed Arthur's neck, and lifted him up. Mera let out a scream: "No!!!"

The claws tightened. Arthur felt himself suffocating, and many fragments began to flash back before his eyes. At six years old, he stood in front of an aquarium in a big city for the first time, hearing a shark speak to him. He jumped into the water from the beach of Amnesty Bay, with the whispers of fish in his ears. He rescued sailors from a submarine, listening to the praise of the townspeople. His father finished a day's work and stood in front of the lighthouse waiting for him to come home...

In the years he grew up, almost every night, he could see his father sitting on the open space in front of the lighthouse gazing at the sea, as if waiting for something. Before, he didn't know what he was waiting for, but when he learned his own background, he understood that his father had actually been hoping for his mother to come home.

Arthur had also floated on the sea countless times, quietly gazing at the point of light at the end of the sea. He knew that as long as he hadn't returned, the lighthouse at Amnesty Bay would never go out.

If he died here, his father would never be able to wait for him to come home.

Many years ago, his father had lost his beloved and could only wait bitterly on the shore. Many years later, if he lost his son again, he could only guard the lighthouse in one dark night after another for the rest of his life, and then be disappointed again and again, never able to wait for his family again.

Thus, in his gradually blurring consciousness, a strong and sharp desire to survive surged up—he absolutely cannot die here!

Arthur began to struggle desperately. But the big hand clamping his neck seemed to have infinite power; his struggle was completely futile and had no effect at all. But he still didn't want to give up.

He had seen too many times, at dawn, the look of disappointment when his father turned back. Before the sun rose, he must return to the sea surface. Must... absolutely...

Mera and Orm, lying on the ground, both discovered that the seawater began to tremble slightly. That was not the water flow they usually felt, but it seemed that every drop of water began to release powerful power.

Countless ignorant tourists felt the tremors coming from the depths of the ocean and screamed as they ran to the shore. The monitoring equipment at meteorological and ocean monitoring stations issued sharp and harsh alarms. Soldiers on aircraft carriers ran into the cabins in panic.

At the same moment, all the oceans on Earth began to boil.

Arthur, who was in a daze, seemed to travel through time and space, returning to ancient times, witnessing with his own eyes how this blue planet was shaped into what it is today by the ocean.

When this planet, which had gone through many twists and turns, had its first drop of water, the ocean began to form. Frozen under the ice, rising into the atmosphere. Fire is the beginning of human civilization, water is the source of all life, constructing mountains and rivers, nourishing all things.

Arthur heard the ocean telling him—the power of water is never in eruption and agitation, but in every confluence, every scouring; after repeating it billions of times, mountains collapse and seas change, flowing in silence, powerful in soundlessness, just like time.

The whole world quieted down. Arthur floated in the seawater, just as he had floated in his mother's amniotic fluid. The process of being born from the mother's body is like walking the path that organisms have walked for billions of years again. Humans and Atlanteans have never been different; life on Earth all comes from the ocean.

Arthur woke up suddenly. The next second, the golden trident flew over and was held firmly in his hand. At this moment, the surrounding seawater stopped, and the scales of the armor on Steppenwolf's body began to peel off one by one.

Everyone was stunned. Steppenwolf also hurriedly retracted his hand. He retreated quickly, checking his armor, but saw a scene that shocked him—the edges of the indestructible alloy armor actually had traces of rust.

What the hell! Steppenwolf only had this feeling now. This thing might not even be burned if it jumped into a star, how could it rust?!!!

Only Arthur knew that he had mastered the ocean's most powerful force—evolution.

The power of the ocean is never in a single breath or moment. Those momentarily violent ocean currents, the so-called wrath of the ocean, are all just the ocean's most superficial power. If you stretch the time span to trillions of years, nothing cannot be born from the ocean, and nothing will not be swallowed by the ocean.

What is quietly sinking on the seabed at this very moment might be indestructible fragments of the crust from hundreds of millions of years ago, which are now just a pile of gravel; and what has already left the ocean and created a brilliant civilization on land is nothing more than tiny cells that accidentally appeared in the ocean hundreds of millions of years ago.

Arthur closed his eyes. At this moment, what he could feel through the golden trident was no longer just the flow of seawater, but how everything that had evolved through the ocean over these billions of years had changed its form in the vast sea area: whether aging, or shattering, or mutating and being reborn.

Suddenly, exclamations came from the battlefield. Atlanteans retreated in panic, but not because they were attacked, but because those Parademons, who were armed to the teeth, suddenly began to degenerate: the fingers holding weapons retracted into their palms, their limbs began to disappear, their spines gradually curled up, and a gray-black eggshell wrapped them. Afterward, the eggshell disappeared too, and a pus-like substance flowed out from inside, leaving only cells invisible to the naked eye. Afterward, even the cellular structure disappeared—microscopic prokaryotes disappeared into the seawater.

This process of reverse evolution was too terrifying, so much so that the Atlantean warriors abandoned their guns and fled, fearing they would become the next one. Mera, however, seemed to understand something; she looked at Arthur.

Steppenwolf also sensed that something was wrong. He swam toward the sea surface at the fastest speed. His speed was very fast, but in just this short moment, most of his armor had peeled off, with only the central part around his waist remaining, but it was already rusted beyond recognition.

The most terrifying thing was that when he rushed out of the water, the giant horns on his head had shrunk by half, and one of his sharp and solid claws on his right foot had turned into some kind of terrible and ugly cyst. Yet he couldn't feel any abnormality, as if he had been born looking like that.

"Ah!!!!!" Steppenwolf let out an angry roar.

But suddenly, his nose twitched, as if he had smelled some strange odor. He turned his head to look in one direction; in his field of vision, a white light rose from the direction of the East Coast—that was the aura of the Mother Box.

Knowing that he must never return to the ocean, Steppenwolf simply gave up attacking Atlantis and headed straight for Metropolis.

Arthur looked up at him, but still helped Mera up first, then pulled Orm up from the ground, and then patted his shoulder. Orm didn't say anything, only rolled his eyes at Arthur when he turned around.

"Great, they've retreated." Mera breathed a sigh of relief.

Arthur shook his head and said: "Not necessarily a retreat, they just discovered they couldn't get what they wanted here, and turned to find another one. We have to follow him, we can't let him succeed."

Mera looked at his chest with some concern and said: "Your wounds..."

"It's fine." Arthur looked down and said, "It should recover in no time, it's more important to stop Steppenwolf first. Orm, you consolidate Atlantis's forces first to prevent him from coming back. Mera and I will go to the land."

Orm nodded and walked over to talk to the kings of the seven seas. Arthur led Mera back to Metropolis. When he saw Victor, Arthur knew that their guess was indeed correct—the thing Steppenwolf wanted might be partly on Victor.

Arthur raised his trident, wanting to repeat the old trick, but then slowly lowered it. He couldn't flood Metropolis with seawater; he didn't know how many people would die if he did that. So he summoned a wave, washed the streets first, and took advantage of the fact that Steppenwolf had just suffered a loss at his hands to scare him a bit.