Rumble, rumble, rumble.
Spiky chased after it, blood mist scattering through the water and overturning loose rocks and chunks of flesh along the way.
All that remained was a vast, white blur of bubbles.
Within the tribal grounds, the Pufferfish gradually recognized their Great King from the shattered dead fish eyes. The stench of blood was nauseating, and fear and worry surfaced together. With no leader, they instantly dissolved into a chaotic mess.
In their blind panic, two Spirit Monsters even collided head-on, rolled their eyes white, and fainted.
After the initial panic, several scattered Demon Beasts all turned their gazes toward Spiky Hero, who had tried to dissuade the Second Great King.
Spiky Hero and Spiky Head, who had led troops out to fight, were the only two experts in the tribe who had begun undergoing the Three Tribulations—the only pillars holding the scene together!
"Spiky Hero Big Fish, what do we do now?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Spiky Hero flicked his short fin and issued a string of orders.
"Release the barracudas and hurry to report to the Iron Head Fish King! Request reinforcements. Puffer Guard, Puffer Right, take the tribesmen and pursue the Second Great King. You may die, but the Second Great King cannot! Do not be too afraid. If they truly had absolute certainty of killing the Second Great King, there would have been no need to lure him out with such effort. Puffer Shield, immediately clean up the tribal grounds. Gather the Great King's flesh and blood, and seal off the news as best you can. Before the Iron Head Fish King's reinforcements arrive, the Dog Head Fish Tribe must not learn of this!"
"Heh heh heh, seal off the news? Can you really seal it off?"
A sinister sneer drifted over.
The Pufferfish