Lan Jinghe drifted over as well, arms folded, watching Atticus and Downs with a mocking expression.
"You two are grown adults, bullying an old man who just woke up. Have you no shame?"
A smile hung at the corner of her lips, but there was no warmth in her eyes.
"If you want to fight, fight us."
Atticus and Downs exchanged a glance, each seeing the gravity in the other's eyes.
Two strangers.
A young man and a woman.
Both had unfathomable auras.
Especially that woman. The faint pressure she gave off was even stronger than Vance's.
"Who are you people?"
Atticus spoke in a deep voice, holding his battle axe across his chest.
"This is a family matter of the Thunder Whale Plane. Outsiders would do well not to interfere, lest you bring disaster upon yourselves."
His voice was thick and heavy, filled with blatant menace.
In the Western Frontier Sea, no one had ever dared meddle in the affairs of the Thunder Whale Guard.
Even if these two outsiders had some skill, they still had to keep their heads down.
Zhong Shenxiu was about to say something when Lan Jinghe let out a scoff. The dark-purple demonic markings at the corners of her eyes instantly lit up.
The next second, her figure flashed.
Boom—
Dark water mist around her suddenly exploded outward.
"Why waste words? Get him!"
Before her words had even faded, she turned into a purple-black streak and charged straight at Atticus.
With a flick of her right hand, the Abyssal Sea God-Overturning Anchor appeared out of thin air in her grasp.
The anchor's trident tip pointed straight ahead, black whirlpools winding around it with a piercing shriek.
Abyssal Sea Slaughter!
With a single swing of the anchor, a compressed black-water spear of vortex pressure crashed