The setting sun on the horizon was as red as blood. Standing on the teleportation array, Su Xiao swept his gaze around. Everywhere he looked, there were Sea Race members: blue-white, oily, tough membranes; coldly gleaming scales; and uniquely shaped weapons flowing with icy energy.
Do not assume these Sea Race members were mere cannon fodder. The Beast Race and Sea Race legions active around the main battlefield had all endured brutal trials. More accurately, this particular Sea Race legion might have been formed by combining more than a dozen legions. Whenever two legions suffered over half casualties, they merged together, and so on.
Among the ordinary Sea Race warriors with cold, vicious eyes were several giant fishmen over ten meters tall, each carrying a huge battle-axe on his shoulder. They wore coarse hemp garments with flaxen cords hanging down in strips, making them look as though they were dressed in straw rain capes. Combined with their filthy axes and protruding yellow fangs, they gave off an inexplicable sense of intimidation.
If these giant fishmen were thrown into any other Rank Nine world, they would at least be elite mini-bosses. But in this world, they were merely Head Level Beast Race. Looking around, quite a few of these giant fishmen could be seen among the boundless Sea Race army.
Far away stood a hundred-meter-tall figure. It had a humanoid form, with a cone-shaped torture device forged onto its head and a gigantic wooden cangue around its neck. Though the cangue looked tattered, it gave off a distinctly unusual feeling. A One-Eyed was set in the chest of this Sea Race Giant, and on its back was a viewing platform made from a mixture of metal and wood.
There was a chair on the platform. A Sea Race commander nearly three