After obtaining the Mountain-Splitting Axe, Da Yu became even more confident about controlling the floods. However, the flood-control efforts had already reached their final stage, and all that remained were water disasters.
In the Huai River region, Wu Zhiqi ran rampant. Da Yu finally made up his mind to take action against him.
The human army gathered and advanced, while Wu Zhiqi acted as though nothing had happened, still drinking heavily and devouring meat, utterly disregarding the human army's advance.
The Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals under Wu Zhiqi's temporary command were merely a motley crew, and they were soon beaten into a steady retreat.
"Bad news, Great King!"
"Great King, we lost again."
Wu Zhiqi said grimly, "What do you mean, lost? Obviously, we won, all right? We held back the human army's full-scale assault."
"Enough. Say no more."
After the Lesser Demon withdrew, Wu Zhiqi took a demon communication token from his robes, crushed it, and urgently transmitted, "Lord Jiu Ying, when will the Demon Clan reinforcements arrive?"
Jiu Ying sounded extremely impatient. "They'll be there soon. Don't panic. Hold on a little longer."
"What about the supply reinforcements?" Wu Zhiqi asked through gritted teeth.
"I told you, wait!" Jiu Ying roared before cutting off the connection unilaterally.
Wu Zhiqi cursed loudly. "A Demon Saint? More like a Poor Saint. How are we supposed to fight when we have nothing?"
Still cursing, Wu Zhiqi smashed the wine cup in his hand. Prime Minister Turtle poked his head out from behind the curtain.
"Great King, how about we... lie low for now?"
"Lie low?" Wu Zhiqi kicked over the table, his four fangs glinting coldly in the dim underwater palace. "Why should we avoid his edge?"
He seized the Mixed Iron Rod hanging on the wall, and the water