Countless conch shells let out the sound at once.
It was like they were performing an ensemble. Listening closely, one could make out a special melody in their voices.
It actually sounded rather pleasant.
No wonder the Song Tide God loved these conch shells so much.
They were not ordinary conch shells—they were conch shells that could play music.
For Song Tide God, a deity who loved melodies, these conch shells were probably especially cherished.
The mollusk caught by the God of Games continued to shriek and struggle relentlessly.
"This thing."
The God of Games curiously turned it over in his hands. "It belongs to the same species as that Moros, doesn't it?"
It seemed these conch shells were the Song Tide God's followers.
As followers of a deity, they were naturally closely connected to the Song Tide God.
By alarming these conch shells, they had effectively informed the Song Tide God that outsiders had entered Their territory.
The God of Games did not care.
Neither did Shen Yu.
Their purpose in coming here had been to challenge Them on Their turf.
Whether the Song Tide God noticed them or not would not interfere with that.
If They had noticed and came to them of Their own accord, that would be even better.
It would save them the time of searching.
The surrounding tide suddenly surged.
Like a sea god that had been disturbed.
God of Games: "Ah, it seems we've been discovered."
His fingers kept poking the mollusk, his face utterly innocent, as though he had no idea he was the one who had caused the trouble.
After the God of Games had played with it enough, he tightened his grip.
Splat.
The mollusk was immediately crushed like jelly.
Blue liquid—probably the creature's blood—splattered everywhere.
Protected by divine power,