The Little White Whale had swallowed nine-tenths of the Saber-toothed Fish Tribe's eggs. In their fury, the tribe had cared nothing for his identity and had wanted to kill him on the spot, while Bai Yang and the others had stepped in to save him. They didn't need to think hard to know they'd earned the tribe's hatred.
The Saber-toothed Fish Tribe was one of the six hegemonic species of the ocean. Having that tribe set its sights on them was enough to make anyone's scalp crawl.
The Saber-toothed Fish were incredibly numerous—at least a hundred thousand times more plentiful than the combined populations of the ocean's other five hegemonic species. It was this vast population that had secured their status as one of the ocean's six great powers.
After reaching adulthood, a female Saber-toothed Fish could lay eggs once every Yuan. Each time, she laid at least a hundred thousand. Nearly thirty percent of those eggs would fail to hatch for one reason or another. The newly hatched fry were extremely fragile, even more so than human babies.
But the tribe made up for it with sheer numbers. Even if only one percent survived to adulthood, that was still a terrifying figure.
The Saber-toothed Fish Tribe's reproductive capacity was heaven-defying, but the odds of giving birth to a strong expert were vanishingly small. To this day, the tribe had yet to produce an Emperor-level expert. Perhaps that was the heavens' way of keeping things fair.
Although the tribe had no Emperor-level experts, it had an abundance of Earth Emperor Realm and Human King Realm experts—more than a hundred times the combined total of the other five hegemonic species, perhaps even more!
The odds of a Saber-toothed Fish becoming a powerful expert were low, but sheer numbers raised those odds!