Upon hearing the words, "Enough to keep you eating for ten years,"
Cheng Han instantly understood that God General Zhu Rong had already killed Fak Sea King.
Only a roasted squid as enormous as a Sea King, measured in hundreds of tons, could possibly last someone ten years.
This meant that Xiao Quan Sea God and the White Squid Race had suffered a crushing defeat in this battle, failing to gain even the slightest advantage.
Not only had the Sea God been severely wounded.
Even the Sea King had not survived.
More importantly, numerous Sea Races had witnessed all of this.
What would they think? How would they view the White Squid Race? The White Squid Race had been powerful for tens of thousands of years, and the vast majority of Sea Races had suffered under their oppression. Would they feel a sense of shared doom over the White Squid Race's fate, or secretly applaud in delight?
Thinking one level deeper.
Could certain Sea Races have developed even the slightest thought of surrender? After all, the Flower Nacre Clan had already set an example, and the Myriad Heavens Race had not treated them as a slave race. Instead, they had been given quite favorable treatment.
Thinking further still.
In the coming war, how many Sea Races would merely go through the motions without putting in any real effort? From the perspective of the Three Great Sea Races, the Sea Monsters had lost heart, and the troops were indeed becoming harder to lead.
From the Myriad Heavens Race's perspective, the scales of victory had tilted heavily in their favor.
In short.
This Divine War would have far-reaching consequences.
It was absolutely not as simple as "the battle is over, so that's that."
Regarding this.
Cheng Han understood.
God General Zhu Rong