The familiar sea breeze swept over, blowing away the book resting on Lu PingAn's chest once again.
Too lazy to retrieve it, he shifted position and continued enjoying his seaside vacation.
Not far from him, the usual beachside barbecue stall was surrounded by an even more cheerful crowd.
Courtyard higher-ups, subordinate gods, and Lu Mouren's Magical Pets were swimming and playing in the sea, playing ball on the beach, and enjoying all sorts of games to pass the time.
Yet on the other side lay a bloody, brutal battlefield.
"It really is a little tragic."
Lu PingAn's fortress island was lodged against the Plane Gate. This side was the relatively safe and comfortable Mercury 42; the other was the Plane Battlefield that would never cease.
The battlefield over there was filled with Fishmen, Naga, and countless sea beasts.
This was a standard Eight-Clawed lineup. When Lu PingAn's will tried to seep into that world, it was met head-on by Eight-Clawed's furious roar.
Along with it came the frenzied charge of the Octopus Race.
"Mmm, delicious. These grilled squid skewers and grilled fish are so good. Zhi Xi, your skills have improved again."
Meanwhile, Lu PingAn's side was happily feasting on seafood.
For the Courtyard's current forces, the Natural Disasters that had once been capable of destroying worlds could now be easily held back by the fortress's outer defenses alone.
Among the invading army were several king-class creatures, beings above Tier 7. Before Lu PingAn's high-level combatants even made a move, their scattered forces had already completed the hunt.
With merely their current conventional forces—not even a proper army—the lingering fury of Eight-Clawed's First Wave was effortlessly crushed.
"What a tremendous change."
Lu PingAn lowered his sunglasses, glanced at the distant situation, rubbed his chin, and could not be bothered to