When Liu Zhi reached the island, he saw a chaotic battle unfolding.
The scene before him looked nothing like a major battle, or a clash between forces numbering in the millions.
Instead, it looked like a street brawl.
Apart from a few relatively quiet areas, Fishmen and Spider Infantry were fighting all over the island.
The Spider Infantry were fairly capable, trading blows with the Fishmen.
But that left Liu Zhi speechless. Where were his legions?
Where were the stronger members of the Spider forces? How come he couldn't see a single one?
Something felt wrong. His troops shouldn't have left the island.
As Liu Zhi tried to make sense of the situation, a group of Fishmen over there seemed to notice their arrival.
The Fishmen hadn't seen the misty passage before. They only realized something was amiss when Liu Zhi and his people appeared.
So the Fishmen charged over with their weapons raised. Liu Zhi had no idea where they got the nerve. There were two legions here, while they seemed to have barely a hundred Fishmen.
Liu Zhi didn't even need his subordinates to deal with such a small group. He could take them all out himself.
With that in mind, Liu Zhi drew his sword and prepared to charge forward. But Bigute, who had come with him, was even faster. He drew the longsword in his hand and swung it at the Fishmen.
Liu Zhi had no idea what kind of power Bigute had used, but the Fishmen charging at them all lost the moisture in their bodies and fell to the ground, looking like dried salted fish.
Liu Zhi was at a loss for words. What was going on? Taking out over a hundred Fishmen in one strike was an impressive display of strength.
Then Bigute