Wild Shark Eighteen Forms

"This!"

A group of people stared with eyes splitting, their hearts filled with furious killing intent. They clenched their fists, ready to erupt into action.

However, the powerful Sea Demons surrounding them cast their gazes over. Their murderous glares turned into something tangible, and a terrifying pressure permeated the air, making it nearly impossible for the crowd to breathe. It felt as if their bodies were being crushed by a massive mountain, leaving them unable to move an inch.

Instantly, a bucket of cold water seemed to be poured over their heads, and they dared not act rashly again.

"Stop!"

At this moment, a girl stood out. She could no longer hold back and wanted to come forward to save the old man.

"Stop? Who do you think you are, to tell us to stop just because you say so?!"

A Sea Demon laughed heartily, looking at the girl as if she were some kind of fool, his expression full of mockery.

"You have committed countless evils; sooner or later, there will be retribution. Even if we cannot kill you, someone will eventually take our place to do so." Another girl stepped forward, her eyes filled with hatred, her teeth gritted.

Her parents had been killed by this group of Sea Demons; it was said they were eaten alive, leaving not even bones behind.

"Someone can kill us? What a joke. This old man, Shark Thirteen, has roamed the seas for decades—who could kill me? But for you to actually dare to stand out, you have some backbone. What I love to eat most are humans with backbone; they have a nice chew to them."

Shark Seventeen gave a sinister grin and reached out with a massive hand, the size of a winnowing fan. It moved with extreme speed, a