Chapter 270: They Only Got to See a Pair of Feet

Why should he dwell on this? If Ang was willing to spare no cost, he could replant the burned grain within three or five days, make up for Anthony's shortfall, then slowly track down the culprit.

But Negrilis dared not advise him now, because Ang was already on the verge of exploding—his soul flame engulfed his head, his hands, his eyes.

Inside his eye sockets, the soul flame nearly burst forth, generating violent ripples that radiated relentlessly toward the sea ahead.

Undead beings perceive the outside world through their souls; soul ripples touch matter and reflect back. If the soul ripples are strong enough, they can perceive far more.

Ang's wasn't just strong—it was like a searchlight. Wherever it swept, even the elements were affected, as if locked in place by his gaze.

Far off, on the calm water's surface, a sea monster quietly surfaced, glancing toward Ang.

Gulu Gu sternly ordered his tribe to dump the alkali stone and flee immediately—never stop. He remembered vividly how Ang, in his transformed state, had crushed the sea god with two or three punches. Such an enemy—if you ran too slow, you'd die.

If Ang hadn't killed their tribe's sea god, Gulu Gu would never have dared provoke such a foe. But now that the sea god was dead, Gulu Gu's tribe was effectively shattered. Since it was already shattered, they might as well retaliate and then scatter. So everyone dispersed in a frenzy.

But among a crowd of sea monsters, there are always a few who doubt, who are curious, who dismiss the danger, who believe the sea will protect them, that humans can't reach them—especially the young ones.

And sure enough, one sea monster stayed behind, surfacing to observe, wanting to see how the surface-dwellers reacted in fury after their grain was burned.

The instant it surfaced, Ang locked onto it. Now he knew who the culprit was.

Ang's gaze instantly focused on the sea monster's head. Under the force of his soul energy, a blue dot flared at the center of his gaze—then *boom*—the monster's head exploded.

"Sssss… Is this… the Eye of God?" Negrilis's eyes bulged as if they might fall out.

"Eye of God" was a simple name, as if every god naturally possessed such an ability.

Indeed, most gods' gazes carried destructive power; ordinary beings would be terrified just by being stared at. But those weren't true Eyes of God.

Only the ability to focus one's gaze and project power precisely to a distant point qualifies as the Eye of God—and this focus can pierce through the fog of space and time, reaching far beyond, even across planes.

Of course, the farther the power is projected, the greater the decay.

Negrilis was numb. Ang's rage had already forced out two of his abilities: Walking on Air and the Eye of God. Would you dare advise him now?

If you opened your mouth, the next ability he awakened might be "Blow Up the Dog… Dragon Head."

So Negrilis could only watch helplessly as the little angel and the little zombie ran over, each one shoved by Ang into his space, then Ang plunged his head into the water.

The big cat also came running, but after staring at where Ang had submerged, it probed the water with its paw a few times, then gave up, snatched up a chunk of alkali stone still bubbling and half-melted, and sprinted back.

Ang jumped into the water and immediately felt enveloped by dense water elements. The ocean was the richest source of water elements—vast, profound, boundless.

But this meant nothing to Ang. No matter how abundant the water elements, he could still only cast Level Two spells. Still, because of their high frequency, they were perfect for movement.

He continuously fired Level Two Water Arrows behind him, using the recoil to propel himself forward through the water.

Water resistance was immense. Even though Ang's speed was fast enough to catch ordinary fish, he still felt it was too slow.

What do you do when you feel slow? Improve. Ang immediately entered farming mode—constantly shifting his posture, switching spells, changing direction, all while using the Scale Ring to measure his speed.

Eventually he discovered: using wind magic to push from behind was faster than water magic, and pushing from behind was faster than pushing against his body.

So streams of wind tornadoes shot out behind him, propelling him forward at breakneck speed—soon outpacing many fish, though leaving a long trail of bubbles that gurgled in his wake.

Finally, Ang pulled out the Air Bubble Stone.

Negrilis had always assumed the Air Bubble Stone was native to the high-wind-element plane, but he hadn't known it originated from the Fresh Sea Plane—denser water triggered bubbles more easily, requiring far less speed than air, and the bubbles didn't stretch as far.

Ang held the Air Bubble Stone in his hand, activating a bubble that enveloped his entire body. He shot forward at high speed, trailing a long bubble tail—thanks to the bubble, his speed wasn't much slower than his flight through air.

Speed in flight meant nothing compared to speed underwater.

Ahead, a large school of fish formed a massive cluster, darting swiftly. Whenever a predator approached, they instantly scattered, leaving a gaping hole.

Ang spotted them too late—he crashed into them. These agile little fish had no time to dodge; Ang punched straight through them, leaving a hole. The fish he hit flipped belly-up, dead or stunned.

Arrow-toothed fish had streamlined bodies like twin-pointed shuttles, gliding like arrows shot from a bow.

They were fish that never stopped swimming, because they consumed enormous oxygen. In normal conditions, water oxygen was insufficient for them, so they had to swim fast to increase water flow over their gills, or suffocate.

Even in sleep, arrow-toothed fish never stopped swimming. They were among the fastest swimmers in the sea.

But today, a school of arrow-toothed fish watched helplessly as an unfamiliar creature surged past them at high speed, trailing a string of bubbles, vanishing into the dark depths of the ocean. All they caught was a glimpse of a pair of feet.

Despite racing at such speed for hours, Ang saw no more of the sea monsters who burned his fields. Such monsters couldn't possibly outpace him. The only possibility… he'd chased the wrong direction.

Realizing he might have chased the wrong way, Ang didn't stop—he kept surging forward. This plane wasn't large. He didn't mind scouring the entire plane to find those sea monsters.

But Negrilis couldn't wait. Seeing Ang show no sign of stopping, the projection on his body couldn't hold back: "Ang, why not return? You've chased for half a day already. It's not urgent. Anthony's situation is more critical—if he doesn't get enough grain, his side will collapse…"

As he spoke, Negrilis suddenly sensed something gliding past nearby—like a giant hand.

Negrilis thought he'd misseen. His projection onto Ang had weak perception; mistaking things was normal. But then he saw more: a face, a massive face, then a neck, a torso, thighs.

As Ang sped forward, a colossal stone statue slowly appeared before Negrilis's eyes. The hand he'd seen earlier was the statue's outstretched arm.

"Ku Ba Da, Goddess of Redemption! Why is there a statue of the Church of Light's Redemption Goddess here? So huge!? Ang, stop! Let me look!"

But Ang didn't stop. He turned sharply, veering off in another direction—as if something more compelling lay there.

PS: Late. Posting one chapter first.