Chapter 1183 - 585: Crimson and Pitch Black

Xia Nan caused quite a commotion in the sea.

After all, prior to this, the adventurers on the shore had been struggling against the assault of the Sha Hua Fishmen, not only having to engage in hand-to-hand combat with those frenzied Fishmen but also constantly staying alert for the magic radiance shot from beneath the sea surface.

It wasn’t that there were no professionals like Wanderers attempting to cut into the enemy’s rear line, but each of those Fishman Priests not only hid in the deep sea, which served as their home turf, but also had Elite Guards for protection.

Adventurers trying to get into the water had to possess both underwater mobility comparable to aquatic animals and powerful individual strength capable of breaking through the Fishman defenses to have a chance to take out these priests.

As for the result, it was naturally a matter of never returning, or being chased ashore in disgrace by the Fishmen.

Under such circumstances, the adventurers could only endure the threat of the Spellcasters under the sea and try their best to clear the Sha Hua Fishmen on the shore.

Until Xia Nan began his charge.

Perhaps initially, the adventurers busy in battle didn’t particularly notice the slightly muffled yet mysterious wolf howl due to the obstruction of seawater.

But as the frequency of the magic radiance dropping on the shore decreased, it was evident that some Fishmen, especially the higher-intelligence individuals like Elite Guards and Commanders, were visibly uneasy and frequently cast worried glances toward the sea.

The adventurers naturally also noticed the Fishman remains floating on the sea and the fleeting flashes of magic power from the depths.

Like the howl of a wolf head, a vague yet swift dark silhouette, and a neat, fierce offensive...

Having once fought alongside Xia Nan or having been personally mentored by him in the Secret Realm, the adventurers on the field immediately realized that it was the young adventurer known as "Haiya" making his move.

The morale, which had been slightly dampened due to the success of the Fishman Sacrificial Ceremony, gradually lifted.

The Blood Skin Shark Beast could not possibly remain unaware of the situation developing in the sea.

Originating from the Divine Country, with rich battle experience and a far superior intellect than ordinary Fishmen, it could still maintain a relatively calm demeanor on a battlefield filled with tempting bloodshed and frenzied death.

Even confident that it alone could handle the adventurers on the field.

After all, it still needed the Fishmen’s abilities for subsequent plans and couldn’t just stand by while the priests were slaughtered.

On the other hand, it had to be said, as it understood.

The fact that one could barely survive under an attack from a "Divine Messenger" like itself was already a stroke of luck for the other party.

Like a stray dog fleeing with its tail tucked, it was frankly too lazy to chase after them.

But now, that black-haired adventurer was not only not fleeing but seizing the opportunity while it was distracted, attacking the Fishman Priests who should have survived until the end, like a despicable rat lurking in the shadows of a sewer.

To it, this was an act full of provocation.

It could not be tolerated.

With a casual glance at Iron Grid’s corpse, whose skull it had already smashed, the Blood Skin Shark Beast was about to turn around to bestow the death that disreputable adventurer deserved.

It had just taken a step forward...

"Boom!"

A sharp, intense glow of flame burst forth from beside it.

Leaving a scorched mark on its reddish skin surface as well as forcing the Shark Beast to halt its steps.

A human woman, wielding a Flaming Scimitar and sporting fiery long curly hair, stood solemnly in front of it.

The Shark Beast had some impression of her.

The special Battle Skill capable of scorching and curling the Fishman scales like a high-temperature field was evidently not something low-level professionals could use, making her particularly conspicuous on the field.

If it weren’t for the cunning Black Wolf in the sea causing such a huge commotion, she would have been its next target after Iron Grid.

But now she came to face it proactively.

A distant wolf howl and abruptly ending magic radiance from the sea depths made the Shark Beast slightly agitated.

"Little bug, get out of the way, don’t block the path!"

Speaking in slurred Fishman tongue, the Blood Skin Shark Beast moved its two stout, powerful legs without regard for Lorin standing in its way, dismissively swung its huge broad palm like swatting at a fly toward her.

Buzz—

"Ah!!!"

The green light and the Barbarian’s roar sounded almost simultaneously.

The former landed on the Shark Beast’s surface, transforming into moist, resilient water-grass vines, winding and entwining to limit its movements as much as possible, vaguely revealing the weakened Druid wielding a Magic Wand behind.

The latter came from a Barbarian strongman who had leaped high, swinging down a giant axe in one fluid motion.

"Ding!"

The crisp, intense sound of metal collision echoed through the air.

Knowing such a strike might inflict substantial physical harm, the Blood Skin Shark Beast lifted its right arm in the direction of the whistling wind, tearing apart the vine sea grass with brute force while using the thick iron chain designed for anchoring to block Akken’s full-strength chop.

Already with extraordinary Strength and Constitution attributes, such an upward chop using full body force, even with the Shark Beast’s physical tough physique, was not something easily deflected with a single hand.

As a shallow mark was gouged on the chain’s surface, the Shark Beast’s right arm trembled.

Maintaining relative composure amidst the Anger, Akken did not pursue any further advantage but instead utilized the recoil from the axe handle, performing a backflip to execute a retreat while firmly stabilizing his stance.