"We had to admit that our greatest advantage right now was the hostile ocean environment created by the Extremist Faction."
Lu PingAn strolled onto an island that had once boasted decent scenery, but he did not slaughter indiscriminately along the way.
He merely collected a few samples in silence. With the Courtyard, he could take away several thousand specimens without drawing any extra attention.
The corpses left behind by slaughter would immediately stir up local unrest, yet amid the current chaos, it often took days or even a month or two to confirm that someone was missing. A Fishman might casually die of illness, or kill and even devour another.
Only afterward did Lu PingAn realize that he had been too cautious. No one had even noticed the disappearance of the three hundred-plus specimens he had taken. In just a few days, their internal strife and deaths from illness had already claimed more than several thousand.
More absurdly, there was no household registration system here at all. Everything was currently in utter chaos. If no one knew someone was alive, naturally no one cared whether they died.
Lu PingAn used tracking locks to search for the high-level creature that had taken Yizi, gathering plenty of "resources" along the way.
The deeper he went, the more pitiful he found these Fishmen. These lives were slaves of Eight-Clawed, property belonging to high-level creatures and their dependents.
Their masters did not care whether they lived or died. Those masters only cared how much value they could produce before they were all worked to death.
Most likely, the first batch of Fishmen had already suffered mass deaths before entering this world and encountering the increasingly toxic ocean. Those that had survived until now possessed a certain degree of resistance, yet they were still doomed