The vast Caribbean Sea was like a huge boxing ring. On the east and west of the ring, Castile and the Lake Kingdom were like two clumsy boxers. Both had their eyes shut, slowly throwing punches through a fog of war, not knowing what the result of each blow would be. And with every back-and-forth of their movements, one or two months went by. So how could one limit the other's strength, so they could not throw a powerful, forceful punch?
"Chief Priest Tomatl, you just said to send small squads of warriors to harass the demons and keep them from gaining a foothold?"
"Yes! High Priest Xiu Maoying, look at the terrain of Heroic Island."
Inside the Temple, Chief Priest Tomatl extended a finger and tapped the center of Puerto Rico's Heroic Island as he explained.
"This Heroic Island is more than four hundred li from east to west and one or two hundred li from north to south, high in the middle and low on all four sides, just like a cacao bean of the Main God. Though we do not know the exact situation on the island, there is no doubt that towering mountains and dense forests stand at its center."
"On Heroic Island, there are likely tens of thousands to a hundred thousand Taino tribes, especially along the southern coast of the island, where there is a Great Sun Chief with many tribes. As for the large Taino tribes along the shore, we have also sent scouting fleets to them, spread the prophecy of the demons' arrival, and gifted them the Sutra of Ali and bronze spears..."
"Blessed by the Main God! These Taino tribes had not converted to the Main God before, so they may still doubt our prophecy. But when the demons of the