The Salt Folk thrusting at Yang Yi saw a blur, and Yang Yi, who had had his back to him, somehow appeared at his side, studying him closely.
"...Can you understand what I'm saying? Where is your King?"
Yang Yi asked, but a series of thrusts answered him, and more Salt Folk climbed out of the ground.
By the shore, Daishi hurriedly called out a warning from the deck of the Gale.
"It's no use. These Salt Folk have no intelligence. They'll only keep attacking invaders who come ashore," he warned.
After trying to communicate, Yang Yi confirmed this fact as well, because even insulting their King failed to provoke any extreme reaction.
Moreover, their faces were indistinct, completely unlike the Salt Folk he had summoned back then. They had almost no consciousness or ability to think, so he gave up trying.
He stamped his foot hard, and an indescribable, tremendous force traveled through the ground to all the Salt Folk. The entire coast trembled with it, as though an earthquake had struck.
The impact shook all these Salt Folk apart into grains of salt. Even after repeated attempts, they could no longer form human shapes.
"That move..."
Daishi's eyes lit up. He could tell that the move required an extremely high degree of skill, with control over force that could only be called inconceivable. Even he might not have been able to pull it off.
Moreover, suppressing such a large area of ground at once to prevent the Salt Folk from forming required an extremely high Strength stat. He estimated that he could manage a radius of twenty meters at most, but one stamp from Yang Yi prevented Salt Folk from forming anywhere within hundreds of meters.
"You seem to know a lot about the Salt Folk."
Yang Yi