Liu Zhi's idea had been right. The day after the Extreme Cold Palace was completed, he was trying to expand the range of his ghost realm and had just arranged for Odin, the manor's butler, to build a haunted manor tavern on the island when the news came in: the Fishmen had begun their invasion.
There weren't many Fishmen in this invasion—not even any from the four great clans. They were just members of a few small Fishman tribes. But their appearance already made one thing clear.
The Fishman Empire had finally freed up its hands. They were trying to reclaim their islands and rebuild the chain of islands they had once used to sever the connections between the continents.
For now, this was only a preliminary probe by the Fishmen. Once they had confirmed the situation on each island, their main force would arrive.
As soon as Liu Zhi received the news, he rushed to the shore where the Fishmen had appeared.
He found that the force consisted of cannon fodder from seven or eight small tribes. There were roughly three thousand Fishmen in total, most of them ordinary Fishmen, with only a little over a hundred Fishman Professionals.
The best of these Fishman Professionals were around level 3. Most were level 1 or 2.
Their weapons and equipment weren't very good, either. Aside from the Professionals, most of them carried weapons like stone clubs or stone axes.
An ordinary person might have ignored these Fishmen and simply sent some regular subordinates to wipe them out.
But Liu Zhi didn't dare underestimate them.
The Fishmen had established an empire on this plane for a reason. Something had to be going on.
They weren't foolish enough to give their enemies a chance to strike back.
Liu Zhi glanced at the