"What was that commotion just now?"
"Are invaders attacking?"
"Don't know. The lords have already gone to investigate the situation..."
"Quick, save those guys who were buried alive!!"
"..."
Voices rose and fell throughout the Anwan Sea Tribe's territory.
There was no shortage of confusion and anxiety among them.
Earlier, although Ling Wuyuan had deliberately used gray mist to suppress the vast majority of the battle's aftershocks so as not to wipe out the coastal region along with them, the tiny remnants of that impact had still dealt the Anwan Sea Tribe's territory a severe blow.
Even with the reinforcement of formation barriers, those things should have been extremely stable in theory.
Yet countless facilities and clusters of buildings were annihilated on the spot before that mighty force that had even shifted the seabed, and many members of the Anwan Sea Tribe died immediately as a result.
Many particularly unlucky sea tribesmen and Sea Beasts were even torn into countless chunks of flesh by the swiftly surging currents, unable to leave behind even a corpse.
Thus, chaos was naturally unavoidable. Most of those who had survived by sheer luck were extremely agitated, desperately wanting to know what had just happened and whether the powerful figures of their tribe had already resolved the problem.
However.
Their doubts did not last long.
Not because the problem had been resolved.
But because the problem resolved them.
"What is that?"
As someone stared at the dark-gray fog rapidly spreading in the distance and asked that question,
the tidal waves of mist, like an unstoppable flood, engulfed one unlucky victim after another in the blink of an eye...
Throughout the entire process, the gray mist encountered no meaningful resistance whatsoever.
Whether they were living creatures swept into it or clusters of buildings protected by various