Liu Zhi quickly heard the news. He immediately released his Sky Eye and began searching for the Fishmen.
With someone pointing him in the right direction, Liu Zhi soon pinpointed their location.
This time, the Fishmen were nothing like before, when all of the hundred thousand or so had been cannon fodder.
Nearly two hundred thousand Fishmen had gathered here. Fewer than a hundred thousand were ordinary tribal cannon fodder; the rest had actually come from the Broken Blade and Whale Fall Clans.
Liu Zhi could be so certain because he had already seen what the remaining hundred thousand Fishmen were like.
All of them were Fishmen who had advanced into professions. Eighty thousand looked as though their bodies were covered in rotting flesh. To Liu Zhi, they seemed like beings transformed by the underworld or turned into zombies.
But they were living Fishmen. He had no idea how they had come to be.
At least a thousand of those eighty thousand rotting Fishmen were level 5. They were divided into two groups. One group of about eight hundred formed an assault force and stood at the very center of the formation, led by a Fishman who was around level 8.
The remaining two hundred level 5 Fishmen served as commanders for the level 1 and 2 Fishmen, dividing the nearly eighty-thousand-strong force into more than two hundred units. It was clear that the Fishmen planned to use this formation to command a large-scale battle.
The other twenty thousand professional Fishmen came from the Broken Blade Clan.
As mentioned before, the Fishmen of the Broken Blade Clan had been modified and transformed to target the green skins in Fireblade City.
Now it seemed that was indeed the case.
The more than twenty thousand Broken Blade Fishmen were all clad in