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"What exactly do these sea monsters want to do?"

The high priest hovered at the rear of the battlefield, his brow furrowed, staring intently at the fearless sea beasts that charged forward one after another, turning into a bloody mist.

Such suicidal attacks are never simply intended to cause physical damage.

Upon seeing this, a Sea King warrior nearby quickly reported, "High Priest, these monsters are probably trying to obscure our vision with the blood mist to interfere with our battle. We've encountered this before and are already prepared!"

The high priest nodded. Since the warriors were already on guard, this intention had failed.

But the ominous premonition in its heart did not dissipate. This persistent, eerie blood mist was probably more than just "obstructing its vision."

"Pass down the order," the high priest said in a deep voice, his voice carrying clearly across the front lines through magic.

"All soldiers, avoid contact with the blood mist as much as possible, and absolutely do not inhale it! If you have been contaminated, rinse immediately with purified water!"

"Yes, sir!" the messenger replied, but a hint of confusion flashed across his face. "High Priest, aren't we being overly cautious? Most sea toxins are quickly diluted by seawater..."

At this moment, the Sea Emperor, who had been quietly observing the battle from the sidelines, slowly spoke, his voice carrying an undeniable majesty: "Do as the High Priest says. This blood mist gives me a very bad feeling."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The messenger dared not ask any more questions and quickly went to relay the order.

After the messenger left, the Sea Emperor turned to the High Priest, his eyes filled with inquiry: "High Priest, what do you think is the true purpose of this blood mist?"

The high priest stared at the spreading crimson light and slowly shook his head: "Your Majesty, I cannot say for sure, but the way it appeared and its connection to the sea monster's self-destruction defies common sense."

"I suspect... it might be a more covert form of attack that we've never seen before."

"Just as I thought." The Sea Emperor's sharp gaze fell upon the warriors who had come into contact with the blood mist. "The answer may soon be found in them."

While the two leaders were talking, the order had already been relayed to the front lines.

"His Majesty and the High Priest have decreed! Avoid the blood mist and do not inhale it!"

The order caused a small commotion.

"What?! I've already inhaled several mouthfuls!"

"They're everywhere in the seawater, how can we completely avoid them?"

"Is this thing really that weird?"

Although some soldiers were skeptical, the orders from the highest command were still carried out.

The Sea King warriors began to consciously keep their distance from the pervasive blood mist, and their attacks became more cautious, mainly relying on long-range harpoon attacks. They would quickly retreat if the sea monsters charged in, never engaging them in close combat.

The battle seems to have reached a stalemate for the time being.

The sea monster's self-destructing blood mist tactic was largely ineffective due to the opponent's vigilance.

Meanwhile, the Sea Kings, protected by the Shield of the Sea Dragon God, were able to barely withstand the sporadic bursts of fire.

However, this stalemate left the observers in the shadows somewhat dissatisfied.

"Kite-flying tactics? That's not enough. Cricket fighting is all about close-quarters combat to be exciting." Leylin, hidden in the shadows, subtly issued a new command.

In an instant, several huge and swift shadows suddenly darted out from behind the horde of sea monsters!

Those were several "sharks" that were over ten meters long and covered with thick, dark, bony scales.

But their twisted, ferocious heads, the sharp teeth clashing in their mouths, and the burning dark gold light in their eyes all indicate that they are no ordinary sea hunters—

This is the [Dragon-Transformed Mad Shark], which has been deeply corrupted by dragon blood and has developed significant dragon-transformation characteristics!

Their speed was terrifying, turning into blurry afterimages in the water, and their level was around level 25, far exceeding that of ordinary sea king warriors!

"Watch out! A large unit is advancing!"

"A shark?! No! This aura... it's terrifying!"

"They're so fast!"

The dragon-transformed mad shark slammed into the relatively loose formation of the Sea Kings, like a hot knife cutting into butter.

Not only do they have incredible biting power, but they can also spew high-pressure liquid flames from their huge mouths!

Flames darted through the gaps in the shields, scorching many warriors who couldn't dodge in time.

Even the centurion wielding the [Shield of the Sea Dragon God] was overwhelmed when facing the combined fire of multiple raging sharks, and his defenses showed weaknesses.

Screams and the smell of burning began to fill the air.

Behind them, the Sea Emperor and the High Priest exchanged a glance, knowing they had to take action.

"Your Majesty, I am going to stabilize the front lines," the High Priest bowed and requested permission.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, High Priest. Please be careful." The Sea King nodded.

The high priest, clad in his priestly robes, swiftly moved to the rear of the battle line, raised his scepter high, and a long, ancient prayer resounded:

"Supreme Being who rules the deep sea, please bestow your grace and protect your people—Fourth-Tier Magic: [Light of the Sea Dragon God]!"

A soft, azure light emanated from it, enveloping the Sea King warriors in front of it.

The wounded healed rapidly, their fatigue vanished, and more importantly, all the soldiers felt a warm and powerful force flowing into their bodies—

The Sea Dragon God's blessing has taken effect!

This blessing comprehensively enhances their strength, speed, stamina, and resilience in water, and provides them with greater resistance to water and cold-type damage.

Morale was instantly boosted!

Immediately afterwards, the high priest waved his scepter, aiming directly at the rampaging group of dragon-transformed sharks:

"In the might of the Sea Dragon God, intimidate the disrespectful enemy—Fourth-Tier Magic: [The Might of the Sea Dragon God]!"

A vast, ancient mental shockwave, imbued with the aura of a top predator, swept over the warriors and struck the swarm of sharks with pinpoint accuracy.

These ferocious monsters visibly faltered, their eyes dimming slightly, as if weighed down by an invisible burden, their strength and speed decreasing.

One increase and one decrease, and the effect is immediate!

"Fight back! For the Sea Emperor, for our homeland!" the High Priest roared.

The Sea King warriors, empowered by the powerful blessing, roared, reformed their ranks, and bravely faced the dragon-transformed mad shark.

The battle turned again. After paying a price, several sharks were badly wounded and on the verge of death from the dense harpoons and attacks.

"Alright! One last blow, finish them off!" The high priest, seeing this, prepared to give the final command.

However, another unexpected event occurred!

The dim, dark golden light in the eyes of those dying dragon-transformed sharks suddenly blazed brightly, like a final burst of light!

Their bodies expanded rapidly and eerily, as if inflated, with a terrifying red glow seeping from the gaps in their scales, and their speed increased dramatically in an instant.

Completely ignoring his severe injuries, he transformed into several streaks of death, hurtling towards the densest group of Sea King warriors at a speed far exceeding his previous speed!

"No! Scatter!!" the high priest shouted hoarsely.

But it was too late.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A far more violent explosion than ever before occurred, but instead of flames, it was a much thicker, more widespread dark red blood mist.

Like a burst of crimson smoke, it instantly engulfed a large area of ​​the sea, along with the unsuspecting high priest!

"High Priest!!"

"Master Priest!"

Exclamations erupted from all sides.

A moment later, the high priest staggered out from the edge of the spreading blood mist, his robes stained with some dirt.

It did not appear to have any obvious external injuries, but its complexion was unusually pale, even with a hint of pallor.

It instinctively raised its hand to cover its mouth and nose, its eyes filled with shock and deep worry.

In that instant, despite its best efforts to hold its breath and erect a magical shield, a faint, extremely fishy smell inevitably crept into its senses.

Inside my body, something cold and eerie seemed to have silently taken root along with that wisp of breath.

"What exactly is this blood mist?"

The high priest's heart sank, gripped by a terrible premonition far exceeding that of battlefield defeat.