Two days flashed by.
More and more figures gathered in Black Island's main hall.
Everything on the island had been prepared. From top to bottom, everyone brimmed with the spirit to fight a bloody battle. Even though the Sky Dragon Merman Tribe was terrifyingly powerful, Black Island had never been so united.
At this moment, when they faced survival or extinction head-on.
The island's magnates cast aside all past grievances. The three visiting seniors were treated as intimate friends, mingling freely with everyone as occasional chatter rose up.
"Senior Xu, have you ever fought the Sky Dragon Merman Tribe?"
"To my shame, this old man has cultivated for over twenty thousand years. I excel at the saber, sword, and Sky Control Technique, but I am not proficient in sea combat and have never witnessed the might of the Sky Dragon Merman Tribe. I fear the odds are grim!"
"Senior Xie, are you confident?"
"The Sky Dragon Merman Tribe possesses extraordinary combat strength. How would this old man dare make wild claims?"
"Even the two seniors are being so modest. It seems a bloody battle lies ahead!"
After a round of tactical humility.
The Beiming Sea Emperor and Crab Emperor launched into a frenzy of praise, drawing waves of wary amazement. From time to time, they even mocked themselves, thoroughly dumping the blame onto the Sky Dragon Merman Tribe.
Though everyone present was made up of weak cultivators, beneath their notice in normal times, they now felt incomparably close, as if they belonged to the same clan and lineage.
The three great magnates were no pushovers.
Their praise was not meant for this crowd, but was an opportunity to speak for Mister Yi's ears. That was why they could be so humble and patient.
It looked like idle conversation, but in