With half a game of chess, I vanquish all demons!

puff~

Black blood gushed out and spilled all over the ground.

On Mermaid Island, the head of the last mutated monster was severed and rolled into a crevice in the reef.

The battle is over.

"Huffing and puffing~"

The strongmen, with their enormous bodies, stood in various places, panting heavily, their chests heaving violently.

The warriors stood in twos and threes in various places. Some were looking down at their wounds, some were resting with their eyes closed, and some were staring blankly at the monster's limbs scattered on the ground, their eyes empty, as if they had not yet recovered from the battle.

Call ~

The sea breeze blowing in from outside the island carried away the stench of blood, but it could not dispel the lingering oppressive atmosphere.

Then, everyone turned their heads and looked into the depths of the island.

There stood a group of female merfolk.

They are not like those demonized monsters that bar their fangs and roar wildly.

They stood there quietly, their black eyes and scales contrasting with the black blood trickling from their mouths, their faces expressionless, like a row of corpses deliberately arranged in a standing position.

"And there are merfolk!"

A sailor shouted, looking at them with murderous intent in his eyes.

Reminded by these words, the strongmen refocused their attention, and the warriors lowered their bodies, their relaxed nerves tightening again, ready for battle.

Call ~

As the salty sea breeze blew by, some people gradually noticed something was wrong in the stagnant environment.

"These merfolk..."

A bronze warrior frowned and squinted as he sized up the merfolk:

Why are they remaining completely still?

Indeed, the merfolk did not participate in the battle at all.

While the mutated monsters were fighting in front, they stood behind; now that the battle is over, they are still standing there, like a group of puppets frozen in place.

"Who cares if she does anything, just kill her first!"

A young martial artist spoke, his eyes bloodshot, his breathing heavy, and his killing intent still lingering.

He took two steps forward, raised the knife in his hand, and a cold glint flashed from the blade...

"Wait! Don't go there, these merfolk are strange."

The bronze warrior shouted, his voice tinged with wariness.

Upon hearing this, the young martial artist stopped in his tracks, pondered for two seconds, and then slowly retreated.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone on the island, the merfolk remained strangely still.

They stood there quietly, their dark eyes gleaming with a cold light.

They silently watched the bloodthirsty humans before them, the scattered limbs and flesh, the blood-stained rocks and sand like a stagnant pool, devoid of ripples, emotion, or the warmth that living beings should possess—nothing at all.

"Phew~"

This eerie silence was more unsettling than any roar or struggle.

"Go for it! What are you afraid of!"

A voice came from behind the crowd, tinged with impatience:

"They're just a few merfolk; one slash and they're gone!"

A reckless warrior ran out from behind the crowd and headed straight for the group of merfolk.

The other strongmen and warriors stared at the warrior with inquisitive eyes. No one spoke, but everyone waited.

As this reckless martial artist drew closer...

A crack appeared on the faces of the merfolk, and their mouths moved.

They are laughing.

The smile was very light and faint, and there was something indescribable in it. It wasn't relief or liberation, but more like... handing over a task.

"Oh no, retreat quickly!"

Upon witnessing this, the bronze warrior's pupils constricted, and he shouted loudly, becoming the first to retreat.

The other strongmen and warriors followed closely behind, quickly retreating towards the direction of the Wind and Peace.

bang~

Thump thump thump~……

As the reckless warrior approached, one of the merfolk's bodies suddenly exploded, triggering a chain reaction in which one after another, merfolk bodies exploded!

The grayish-white powder expanded with the air, trying to coat every living thing.

"ah--"

The reckless warrior was covered in gray powder, screaming in agony as his body peeled away, turning to dust along with the powder.

The bronze warrior ran back to the ship, saw this scene, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Everyone, if anyone has a miraculous cure for this ailment, please use it quickly and don't be stingy."

"I'll do it!"

A white-haired martial artist stepped forward from the crowd and gently blew a breath towards the front.

"Miraculous Technique: Gale!"

"Miraculous Technique: Dust Gathering!"

Call ~

Two extraordinary techniques were unleashed, and a sudden gust of wind blew the gray powder back, condensing a vortex of airflow at the center of the powder, continuously enveloping the gray powder and gradually eliminating the disaster.

Once everything had calmed down, someone couldn't help but ask:

Does anyone know what happened?

The high-level warriors looked at each other in bewilderment, the older martial artists exchanged glances, and the sailors kept their mouths shut, none of them answering for a moment.

Finally, an old martial artist with a face full of scars spoke.

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper grinding against a stone:

"I have seen demons being killed."

I've never seen anything like it before.

The old martial artist lowered his voice and continued:

"These mermaids are probably not natural demons."

It's man-made.

"Man-made?"

"Who built it? How was it built...?"

Someone asked out of curiosity.

"That's enough, stop talking."

Some things are not suitable for discussion here.

The old martial artist's eyes held a warning, yet also a hint of unspoken apprehension.

"Gentlemen!"

The captain of the Windward suddenly appeared, attracting everyone's attention.

His loud voice drowned out the sound of the wind and waves, and he spoke with a kind face:

"With the dust settled in this battle, it's time to reward those who have contributed."

I must tell you all that the Hound Society used the Gray Mist Labyrinth, and it was there that the most demonized monsters disappeared.

The greatest credit for this battle should go to the Houndmaster Corps!

Gray Mist Maze? Hound Society? Where is it?

For a moment, the warriors, strongmen, and sailors looked at each other, searching for the most powerful person.

Call ~

The captain of the Windward Wind smiled as he watched this scene unfold. With a wave of his hand, the gray mist maze materialized.

"This... this strange object unfolded without us even realizing it..."

"This thing should be great for surprise attacks."

Some people looked at the countless squares that appeared on the island and felt a chill in their hearts, secretly becoming vigilant.

On Mermaid Island, the gray mist maze seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, slowly closing in and collapsing from all directions toward the center, revealing Zhao Yao and the tall, thin man and his group.

"Where do you think you're going...?"

When the tall, thin man and his group saw Zhao Yao looking at them with a relaxed, ambiguous smile, they shouted excitedly, but then immediately realized something was wrong.

The group quickly turned their heads and came face to face with the gazes of everyone on the Fengping who were staring at them. They froze, standing there awkwardly.

"Hounds, you deserve the most credit for this battle! Come up here and get your reward recorded!"

The captain of the Windward Float kindly extended his hand, gesturing towards him.

Upon hearing this, the tall, thin man looked at the gazes directed at him and his companions, and immediately understood what was going on.

His face turned pale and then flushed instantly, as if he had swallowed a live fly and couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

He clutched the crystal plate that had lost its glow and forced a reply:

"Yes."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they walked past Zhao Yao without glancing to the side and headed towards the Fengping, their hearts filled with trepidation.

The plot to kill has probably not been exposed yet.

But in this situation, it's not far from being exposed.