Black Island.
In the blink of an eye, several days had passed. Yi Feng had not seen so much as a single hair drift in from the sea. Though he ate and drank well and lived comfortably, everything still felt bland and tasteless.
At this moment.
He sat quietly in a large chair, staring blankly beyond the hall.
Island Lord Shi Tianchuan and the others, however, grew increasingly composed, their confidence mounting by the day. Seeing Mister Yi seated there with unfathomable calm, quite a few began to swell with confidence and whisper among themselves, convinced that victory in this battle was already in the bag!
"Why has the Sky Dragon Merman Tribe shown no movement for so long?"
"Heh heh, they must have heard of Mister Yi's divine might and no longer dared come cause trouble on the island!"
"No way. The Sky Dragon Merman Tribe is packed with experts. How could they be so cowardly?"
"What else could it be? Mister Yi killed more than a thousand fishmen the moment he made his move. Who would dare come here rashly to throw away their lives?"
"Tsk tsk, the Sky Dragon Merman Tribe is nothing special after all!"
For no reason at all, the few of them became inflated, growing more animated the longer they spoke.
The Black Island magnates glanced over at the sound, secretly shaking their heads in speechless dismay.
They had only been safe for a few days, yet they had already become this swollen with pride. Though everyone on the island stood united, most were shallow-minded fools. If not for Mister Yi being present, this rabble of loose sand would never accomplish anything great!
Shi Tianchuan's old face darkened even further.
For ten thousand years.
He had tangled with the Sky Dragon Merman Tribe several