In the past, if anyone had told the fish-men that someone in this world could destroy Fish-Man Island, they would never have believed it.
But now, they had no choice but to believe.
After all, their Fish-Man District had been blasted into nothingness right before their eyes.
From that day onward, a figure like both a demon and a god would be forever etched into their hearts, never to be erased.
Humans and fish-men living in harmony? Hating humans and seeking revenge against them?
None of that mattered anymore. What mattered was how to avoid offending this man.
Only now did they finally wake up and face reality.
Fish-men were born with ten times the arm strength of humans? Ha. Against an attack that could destroy heaven and earth, what damn use was arm strength?
It turned out that fish-men were the ones who amounted to nothing. It turned out that their situation was far more precarious than they had imagined.
At that moment, the Octopus Fish-Man truly resembled an octopus—a soft-bodied creature.
He had gone limp in a heap, utterly crushed.
He kept muttering under his breath. Anyone who listened closely would hear things like "Impossible," "How could this happen?" and "I don't believe it"—all words of someone refusing to accept reality.
He looked like a clown now.
The smugger and more self-important he had been before, the more ridiculous he looked now.
Although his spirit had already been shattered, and he would most likely spend the rest of his life as a useless wreck,
Randall still had no intention of sparing the ringleader who had hurt his soldiers.
His eyes widened in a glare, and his Intimidation Aura erupted. The Octopus Fish-Man foamed red at the mouth, his body convulsed violently once, and then he fell silent forever.