Jia Xitong led Huo Rui and the merman chieftain ashore, where Tuo Haizi and his men had already come to greet them.

She briefly described the surrounding sea area, suggesting that some people might stay there temporarily without disturbing them, and the Takumi tribe welcomed them.

After making temporary arrangements, she sent Huo Rui to contact the Tuohai tribe and release the merman chieftain back to the sea to recuperate.

Huo Rui walked halfway before turning back. "Xi Tong, are you alright?"

"Huh? I'm fine."

She nodded. "Go and take care of the Tuohai tribe. Although my host and I saved them before, we haven't seen them for several years and don't know their current situation. Now is a time of crisis. If any of them turn against us... teach them a lesson, and be thorough."

"……good."

Huo Rui agreed.

He thought that Jia Xitong would be scared, upset, and crying because of what happened today.

Unexpectedly...

She's grown up so fast, and she seems very reliable.

Huo Rui never imagined that Jia Xitong was secretly wiping away tears after he left. A good general cannot show any weakness in front of his subordinates; doing so only conveys one's own weakness, fear, and inability to be trusted.

She had to be strong; she had to protect this place and wait for Shang Yanting to come to her.

Jia Xitong ran to the beach alone, washed her face with the cold, bitter seawater, and threw away her weakness and cheered herself up.

On the other side

In the deep sea

Shang Yanting fought against more than a dozen Martial Saints single-handedly, yet he still managed to stop them. Not only did he stop them, but he also launched an attack! A swarm of red flies on the road was a real nuisance, and his strength went far beyond that of a Martial Saint.

One moment it was a one-sided massacre by the red-robed divine servants, but now the situation has changed drastically.

His strength, having reached the Venerable level, far surpassed that of the Red-Robed Divine Servant.

The battle intensified, the entire seabed was in turmoil, and all living things in the area, both mobile and mobile, were fleeing.

The smell of blood in the ocean grew stronger, the golden-red blood still conspicuous in the water. But compared to the golden-red blood, the others had shed far more blood. In the battle, the first red-robed attendant was beheaded, followed by the second, the third, the fourth…

Within the Temple of the God of War

The life lamps of the various red-robed deities being worshipped were going out one by one.

All seventeen candles were extinguished, meaning that all seventeen powerful figures at the Martial Saint level had been beheaded by Shang Yanting.

This...this...!

The elderly divine servant guarding the life lamps instantly tumbled off his chair and scrambled towards the Martial God's Hall, crying out, "Red-robed divine servants, all the divine servants' life lamps have gone out!"

"What?!"

The only attendant dressed in purple robes immediately stood up.

Martial Saints are the most precious resource everywhere, even the Martial God Temple, which once boasted 23 Martial Saints, felt the pinch. The enemy destroyed seventeen of the temple's Martial Saints!

"Please invite the blind old man to perform the divination."

The purple-robed attendant shouted loudly, "Revenge! They must take revenge!"

Upon hearing this, the blind old man began to divine again, but time and time again, each divination was a failure.

"Couldn't we start by investigating the other people around him?"

The blind old man then remembered the merfolk and picked up his divination tools again. There seemed to be a slight, deliberate obstruction during the process, but only a slight one; he still managed to deduce the location of an ordinary little fishing village by the sea.

The army of the Temple of Martial Gods assembled and arrived at the small fishing village by the sea in the blink of an eye.

The divine servants, who claimed to have arrived bearing the wrath of the gods, coldly surveyed the creatures of this land...

Good night