Even Doringger, the Sovereign of the East Sea, was somewhat at a loss in the face of such a scene.
But he had already been locked down by the magic technique.
It was as if an invisible pair of massive hands were pressing him down, and his consciousness began to blur, as though he was in a state between dream and wakefulness.
Yet, with his terrifying willpower, he forced himself to calm his mind, suppressing the surge of weariness that seemed to come from beyond the Netherworld.
Doringger tried to turn his neck to look back and see what was pressing him down, using all his strength, his whole body was convulsing.
He struggled enormously to look back.
But the force pressing down on him was some kind of divine power. His head turned with extreme difficulty over a slight arc, but he could see nothing except darkness, like a corner of the door to the Netherworld.
Everyone on the bay shore was confused and disoriented, subdued by the commotion.
Immediately thereafter,
