World Strength

Cain struggled upward, only to be crushed again by the onrushing waves and hurled into the sharp rocks littering the ocean floor. Then, with what seemed like sheer, stubborn desperation, he drove himself up once more. Over and over, he repeated this agonizing cycle: rising a few precious meters toward the surface, only to be pummeled back into the watery depths by the immense force of the woman's domain.

His body ached in every possible way, and the suffocating pressure pressed against his chest so hard it felt as though he might drown at any moment. Yet still, he refused to give in. His mind spun with one singular thought—pulling more power from whatever source he could manage. Right now, the only resource he had was the world energy brought by the 31 Revolutions Refinement that coursed through his body. 

"Come on, give me more… just a little more…" He repeated this plea in his mind each time he forced himself upward, but it was never quite enough.