In the vast deep sea.
A Flower Nacre at the Mystic Adept level was mingling among a group of plump Sea Rats.
The so-called Sea Rat Race did not actually resemble land-dwelling rats. They looked more like dolphins from another world—chubby and rather adorable.
Only their heads resembled those of rats, with two sharp front teeth exposed.
At this moment.
The Flower Nacre kept crying, "Yiya! Aya!" Her fair arms waved continuously, leaving lines of strange writing in the water.
It was the Sea Rat Race's script—Sea Rat Script.
The core meaning of her words was—since they had decided to submit to the Myriad Heavens Race, it was time to act.
Of course.
The Flower Nacre had not put it so simply.
Her words contained plenty of encouragement.
For example—the Sea Rat Race had been enslaved by the Three Great Sea Races for tens of thousands of years. Did they not want to break free from the shackles around their necks?
They also contained quite a few threats.
For example—the Three Great Sea Races had already subjected many Sea rat tribes to Sea Sacrifice. If they did not rise up and resist, they would be next! There were promises as well.
For example—the Myriad Heavens Race had said that as long as the Sea Rat Race helped them defeat the Three Great Sea Races, the Sea Rat Race would gain a stretch of sea territory where they could rule themselves! In short.
The Flower Nacre's persuasion strategy was to offer a carrot in one hand while wielding a stick in the other.
More than ten seconds later.
She concluded her brief speech and stepped aside, waiting for the Sea Rat Race to make its final decision.
The scene fell quiet for a moment.
A group of Sea rat elders gathered