"You lot are worse than useless, yet you still dream of reviving your tribe? What a pipe dream!"
In Night King City, an elderly Yaksha radiated fury, his hair standing on end as he berated them harshly. Before him knelt three members of the Sea Demon Tribe, each covered in wounds, bruised red and purple, with the scent of cooked flesh still lingering on them. They trembled in terror, not daring to even breathe loudly.
These three were the ones Little Red had beaten into fleeing in disgrace. Just as Zi Yu had predicted, they had come to the Yaksha city to seek help.
"Ancestor, quell your anger. It is not that we harbored divided loyalties; we merely wished to contribute to the tribe. But Shen Yi has too many capable people under him, and we were no match for them, which led to our defeat. We have startled the grass and alerted the snake this time, and we willingly accept punishment."
After saying that, the man drew a long blade from his waist and slashed it across his own throat. A bloody line appeared, and then he collapsed, no longer breathing.
"Our deaths are of little consequence. We only beg Ancestor to spare the Sea Demon Tribe and treat our clansmen well!"
As soon as those words fell, the remaining two sea demons likewise drew their swords and slit their own throats before the elder. They were truly decisive.
"You die and be done with it, yet leave this old man to clean up after you. What kind of reasoning is that?" The elder looked expressionlessly at the three corpses on the ground, not a ripple stirring on his face. He rubbed his rough hands together and paced back and forth through the room.
"Has Tian'er captured and killed