Deep-sea creatures and land-dwelling creatures had been at odds like fire and water since ancient times.
Yet neither side could casually launch large-scale warfare, while the sea beasts constantly tested the bottom line of land-dwelling creatures.
In the end, the creatures of the Southern Continent spontaneously formed an organization called the Slayers. The Slayers included creatures from all the major races of the Southern Continent. Once one joined the Slayers, everyone shared a single goal: the sea beasts.
The Slayers' mission was to hunt down the most arrogant sea beast races.
"Die."
The young man charged at Fanyun, his momentum soaring like a rainbow, making him seem incomparably powerful. Fanyun, meanwhile, faced him as if confronting a great enemy, dozens of thick tentacles stabbing toward Fanyun.
However, just as the young man was about to reach Fanyun, his entire body suddenly turned, fleeing into the distance. Before leaving, he did not forget to take Ye Yun with him.
"Damn it, so he was just a little bug. Though the Slayers have a nice-sounding name, there are only a handful of Mahayana cultivators among them. Damn it—if you can escape today, I'll write my name Fanyun backward."
Watching the young man flee into the distance, Fanyun instantly flew into a rage. Only now did he realize that the young man had played him.
After all, the Slayers were merely an organization spontaneously formed by the creatures of the Southern Continent. Its cultivators were a mixed bag, and there were hardly any Mahayana cultivators at all.
That brat had bluffed him.
He had to make that brat pay the price and let him learn the consequences of bluffing him.
Dozens of tentacles pierced through space as they chased after the departing young man. Elsewhere, Xiaoyao lay on the ground, his breath weak.