Sea God Island's Calabash Brothers, One by One!

Hearing the scream, the Rakshasa God, who had been about to hand over control, froze mid-motion.

She instinctively raised her head and looked toward the source of the sound.

Not far away, two more men had appeared at some point.

Both wore fitted sea-blue outfits, tall and powerfully built, their auras formidable. They were clearly two more Title Douluo.

At that moment, they were circling the two unconscious, bruised and swollen "pig heads" on the ground with shocked fury written all over their faces.

"Sea Horse! Sea Star!"

"Wake up! What happened to you two?"

One of them, a lean man built like a javelin, trembled with rage at the sight of his comrades' miserable state. He suddenly turned around, his sharp eyes sweeping over the surroundings.

"Who was it?! Who dared injure my comrades so viciously?!"

In the spiritual world, the Rakshasa God's gloating voice rang out.

"Oh? Angel, looks like more of the Sea God's lapdogs have come."

"Judging by this, they're here to offer themselves up so you can vent your anger."

The Angel God, who had only just regained her fighting spirit, merely cast the two men a cold glance.

"Hmph."

"I'd recognize that wet, salty fish stench on those people even if they turned to ash. Ignore them."

The Rakshasa God folded her arms and watched the outside world with great interest.

"Uh, but... they seem to be coming this way?"

The Angel God paused.

"?"

She turned her attention back outside and indeed saw the two furious Title Douluo striding straight toward her with clear intent.

The sharp-eyed Sea Spear Douluo and the cold, sinister Sea Ghost Douluo reached her in just a few steps.

They looked down at the woman carrying a shovel, her little face grimy, looking like some rural road worker.