This time, even without the Evil Orca King's orders, every Evil Orca frantically began searching for the unknown enemy in the sea, tirelessly releasing their Spiritual Power in hopes of finding some trace.
Yet their true enemy had already sunk back into the deep sea, withdrawing his Spiritual Power with a cold smile and resting quietly as he waited for the next opportunity to strike.
A seasoned hunter understood the importance of timing and would never let himself get carried away.
Su Xuan had brought Xiaobai here not only to kill as many enemies as possible and weaken the Evil Orca pod, but also to wear down their will and drain their energy.
As the art of war said: strike with one burst of vigor; strike again and it declines; strike a third time and it is exhausted. When the enemy is spent and we are full of strength, we may defeat them.
No matter how powerful the Evil Orca pod was, its energy was limited. In a state of panic, both their Spiritual Power and physical strength would be rapidly depleted.
And whenever they wanted to rest, Su Xuan—well versed in the essence of guerrilla warfare, striking when the enemy was weary—would immediately launch another silent attack, ending an Evil Orca's life and allowing panic to spread anew.
After several rounds, seven Evil Orcas had already died beneath Su Xuan's bullets. Along with them, more than ten Evil Orcas had been bitten or injured to death by their own frenzied kind.
For the entire pod, losing or injuring less than a tenth of its members over the course of just over an hour was not enough to affect its overall strength.
But the psychological blow dealt to these powerful Sea Soul Beasts was incomparable.
After every attack, Su Xuan