The Second Legion, led by I, Xuanqing, erged straight from the Teleportation Array, catching the Sea Race off guard. Why was this? When the Sea Race on the Dam were attacked, those from Hailong Town rushed to support them. Players teleporting to Hailong Town imdiately joined the fierce battle.
This ti, the Sea Race was far more nurous than before. Looking around, the entirety of Hailong Town, both inside and out, was swarming with them.
"Brothers, kill! It’s ti to earn Contribution Points!"
"Damn it, you stole my kill! You’ll pay for this; I’ll crack your skull open later!"
"Damn Sea Race, co and die! Watch slaughter every last one of you today!"
"I won’t rest until I’ve hacked you morons to bits!"
The Players’ shouts echoed.
Although the Players were outnumbered, they had the advantage of Cyclic Resurrection. After being killed, they would imdiately resurrect, completely making up for the disparity in numbers. Soon, the corpses of Players and Sea Race alike littered the entirety of Hailong Town, both inside and out.
The battle on the Dam was even fiercer. Old Mo alone withstood attacks from the Turtle Chancellor, forcefully blocking the advance of high-Realm Sea Race combatants. He imdiately blocked any Sea Race mbers who attempted to launch an assault.
Still, it wasn’t enough. My Power has indeed increased, but facing so many assailants, even the Seventh Gate of the Eight Gates Array: Shock Gate is inadequate. Unless I open the Eighth Death Gate and directly activate the Eight Gates Escape Array, I won’t last long against so many high-level Sea Race attackers.
Xu Nian stood on a rooftop in Hailong Town, his expression grave as he gazed into the distance.
The Sea Race’s sudden attack is definitely not simple. They know Old Mo possesses the Power of the Tribulation Realm, yet they still dare to approach so boldly. This clearly shows they aren’t afraid. It ans the Sea Race also has Tribulation Realm Experts who have co! And perhaps more than one!
Xu Nian hadn’t acted yet because he was waiting for the Sea Race’s Tribulation Realm Experts. Once they revealed themselves, he would also strike imdiately. By activating the Seventh Gate of the Eight Gates Array: Shock Gate, he possessed Power comparable to the Tribulation Realm.
If I were to open the Eighth Death Gate, all these Sea Race mbers would perish! Of course, I would also die from its side effects. This move is absolutely not to be used, at least not before an Immortal appears. I won’t open the Eighth Death Gate.
At that mont, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted. Its source was behind the Dam. In an instant, nurous Players on the Dam began bleeding from all seven orifices and collapsed to the ground.
A Tribulation Realm power had arrived! A Tribulation Realm Expert from the Sea Race had appeared, and his re aura instantly killed one-third of the Players. This scene left the Players utterly astounded.
"Fuck! What’s even the point of playing this anymore?"
"We’re out of here! That’s a crazy powerful Boss; we can’t handle it."
"Old Mo, it’s all on you now! We brothers will cheer you on from the back lines!"
"Where’s Dung Beetle? Isn’t his Biological Weapon going to make an appearance?"
The Players exclaid one after another. After reviving, they all headed to Hailong Town, steadfastly refusing to return to the Dam. Why? Because going there ant certain death; it was simply impossible to get close to the Dam now.
Old Mo kicked the Turtle Chancellor’s Turtle Shell, then took an aerial step and charged towards the other Mahayana Realm Sea Race mbers. In a single exchange, several Mahayana Realm Sea Race combatants had no chance to react before they plumted into the sea like dumplings. Dead. All of them, dead.
Before Old Mo, these Mahayana Realm Sea Race were as fragile as paper. After stabilizing his stance, Old Mo stood upon the Dam, his cold gaze sweeping over the surrounding Sea Race. Then, his eyes fixed on a towering water column on the Sea Surface.
From the soaring water column, a shark-headed mber of the Sea Race slowly walked out. With each step he took, a new pillar of water surged beneath his feet, lifting him upwards. The full aura of the Tribulation Realm was now completely unveiled.
Ghost Shark King! He was the King of the Ghost Shark Race, one of the Sea Races. His status was equivalent to that of the Fishman King, but his Power was far superior.
Old Mo watched the Ghost Shark King approach, his expression exceptionally grave.
So, he’s finally here.
"Eighth Death Gate—Open!"
With Old Mo’s shout, the airflow around his body turned completely blood-red, and even his skin beca a deep red. The surrounding Sea Race, sensing this terrifying new aura, all retreated hastily.
The next mont, Old Mo slowly raised his head. His hair swayed despite the lack of wind, his eyes were dull and vacant, and his face remained expressionless as he stared at the figure on the sea.
The Ghost Shark King, sensing the aura now emanating from Old Mo, involuntarily paused. His steps upon the waves ca to a sudden halt, and he regarded Old Mo with keen interest.
"Not bad, Human Race, you indeed haven’t disappointed !" the Ghost Shark King bood. "I am the Ghost Shark King of the Sea Race. Like you, Human, I am a dedicated practitioner of physical cultivation. I can sense that you are one of the few truly accomplished physical cultivators among the Human Race.
"Even those old geezers in the Central Domain cannot compare to you in the realm of physical cultivation.
"Co! Let this King see whether your Human Race’s physical Cultivator is stronger, or if our Sea Race’s thods of physical cultivation are superior!"
As his words fell, the Ghost Shark King’s body suddenly began to grow larger.
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