Chương 1570: Fireworks

Dyon felt a wave of fatigue overwhelm him, maybe he would have fallen over if it was for a familiar silver-blue haired petite figure catching him.

Ri didn't mind the oily fat nor Dyon's nude body, she simply held him as though she was trying her best to suffocate him below the dark ocean waters.

At that moment, a crackling sounded behind the couple.

Dyon weakly turned his head to witness a scene he would never forget in his lifetime.

The Jafari Clan treasure trembled. The ball of light hovering within its ancient arc pulsed, squeezing down to a fine point.

A whirlpool of water violently began to churn. At the pace it started, it felt as though it would drain Dark Ocean completely before it was satisfied.

Then it happened. A concentrated blast that seemed to hold the entirety of all that was shot through the whirlpool and into the skies, tearing through even the fabric of space.

The speed was unimaginable, so fast that Dyon hardly understood what happened.