The sea stretched as far as the eye could see, but on its surface the waves rose and fell; it made one feel relaxed and happy at a glance, yet in the heart it stirred a surge of boundless heroic spirit.
Standing to the side, Chen Feng looked at Pang Mu, who lay collapsed on the surface of the water. A vigorous will rose from deep within his heart. The other's body had devoured the energy of the Divine Spirit's seat; even in death he was still protected by the ocean, and thus would not sink to the seabed. Yet this immensely powerful existence had, after death, still become nothing more than a cold corpse.
All schemes and plots lose all meaning the moment one dies.
