Things were changing on the West Sea King's side.
But Ying Huaixu could see everything clearly.
Because the relevant information had already begun appearing on his map.
Ding! The West Sea King Instance is being generated. Instance difficulty: ******! Instance name: West Sea Falling Star Clan Instance. First clear rewards: 1 billion EXP, 1,600 Spirit Leaves, 500 Dao Stones. A primordial difficulty world holds more dangers, but also more opportunities. The Primordial Chaos Immortal Cultivation backend wishes you a pleasant gaming experience.
Looking at the information on the map, Ying Huaixu wanted to fucking curse someone-no, curse the heavens.
Come on, tell me, what the hell do you mean, a Raid Instance Boss ran out of its original instance and opened a separate instance?
And the difficulty went from five flaming skulls to six?
Also, wasn't that West Sea King from the Merfolk Clan?
What the hell was the Falling Star Clan?
What, had all the Western Sea merfolk mutated?
Wait, a mass mutation?
Could that actually be true?!
Ying Huaixu was starting to lose his composure.
This was so fucking underhanded.
Still, there was one good thing about the current situation.
The Western Sea was relatively close to the East Sea.
It was easy for him to investigate.
Ying Huaixu hurriedly sent people to investigate the situation on the West Sea King's side.
And sure enough, the whole fucking race had mutated.
The Western Sea merfolk had now become completely unrecognizable to them.
Ying Huaixu looked at the recorded images sent back and could not help drawing a deep breath.
That fucking Falling Star Giant Beast had turned all the merfolk into Falling Star Little Beasts, and they even retained the Merfolk Clan's traits.
In other words, every one of these merfolk was now roughly on the