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Standing next to Krishnamurti, the turtle prime minister, who had no time to dodge, was blasted by the force of the repulsion, causing his shell to burst open and exposing the flesh and blood inside.
Fortunately, he was a turtle from the deep sea, and was born with strong defensive capabilities.
Otherwise, he would have been on his way to the Western Paradise.
"Who dares to ambush Krishnamurti, the second strongest among my Deep Sea Clan?"
I think you're tired of living.
Having narrowly escaped a fatal blow, Kelp angrily looked around, trying to find out who the attacker was.
The five Satoru in the sky, their heads full of question marks?
Is this guy mentally challenged?
Seeing that the attack came from the sky, how could he not guess that the attacker was in the sky?
……
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Chapter 181: A Desperately Rapid Rate of Growth. The Eastern Night Hand Suppresses. The Deep Sea King is Terrified.
The turtle prime minister, whose shell was shattered by the reversal of the spell [He], lay supine on the ground.
He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood before he recovered.
Quickly speak to Krishnamurti, who is still foolishly searching for the enemy.
"The enemy, the enemy is in the sky! Kurisu, quickly use your ink-spit attack!"
K, who was looking around, heard the prompting from the first sage of the deep-sea race and quickly looked up at the sky.
He met Gojo Satoru, who was looking at him speechlessly.
Krishnamurti was immediately excited.
"Truly worthy of being the wisest man of our clan, Prime Minister Turtle."
They quickly located the cunning enemy hiding in the sky.
"Watch how I verbally abuse him!"
Krishnamurti took a deep breath, the aged ink stored in his lungs boiling and compressing in his throat.
Nonsence.
A mouthful of compressed ink was expelled like a cannonball.
The air itself seemed to tear apart from the impact.
"Ugh, those two are so stupid."
Why are they loudly plotting an attack?
Gojo Satoru doesn't quite understand, nor does he intend to.
These two idiots have provided him with enough entertainment.
With a casual flick of his wrist, the compressed ink sphere that had rushed towards him was instantly shattered, exploding into a cloud of black mist.
Furthermore, a violent, corrosive hissing sound could be heard from within the black mist.
Upon seeing this, Krishnamurti revealed a disdainful expression.
"Weak humans dare to withstand my dark, inky attacks."
Don't you know that my ink attack is corrosive?
Indeed, foolish humans deserve to be ruled by us deep-sea beings, ahahahaha…”
Krishnamurti stood with his hands on his hips, laughing triumphantly.
Even the turtle prime minister, who had risen again, was flattering.
"King is indeed powerful; he killed a powerful human with a single blow."
"When you return, the Deep Sea King will surely reward you with two beautiful octopuses."
The Turtle Prime Minister's flattery made Krishnamurti smile even more smugly.
It was laughable for only a short while.
A voice came from behind.
"I don't really understand what you're laughing at?"
But the fact that you guys are laughing at me makes me really annoyed.
So go die...
The sudden words startled both Prime Minister Turtle and President Ke.
Turning around, they saw Gojo Goto floating unharmed behind them.
Two purple spheres were already pressed against their heads.
“empty form [茈]”
His words were understated yet filled with coldness.
"So fast……"
"when……"
Prime Minister Turtle and President K haven't reacted yet, and they've only said half of what they wanted to say.
The imaginary sphere of matter suddenly expanded, completely engulfing the two people, killing them beyond any hope of survival.
The remaining deep-sea elites witnessed the deaths of their leader and the sage.
With their minds in turmoil, they abandoned their insistence on breaking through the defenses and retreated towards the sea.
We can't defeat the enemy in front of us.
We must go back and ask their deep-sea king to lead all the deep-sea creatures in an attack in order to defeat them.
As long as their Deep Sea King makes a move, he will surely be able to sweep away all of humanity like autumn leaves in the wind.
Seeing that the deep-sea creatures seemed to be retreating...
Gojo Satoru immediately began bombarding the enemy using the gravitational force [Azure] and the repulsive force [Hell].
Yujiro Hanma, Kaoru Hanayama, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Wu Liuqi, and Seven were frantically chasing and slaughtering from behind.
Suddenly the situation was reversed.
However, there were too many elites of the deep sea race, and even a few of them were only slightly stronger, and they didn't have any large-scale, precise attacks.
They could only intercept a small number of elite members of the deep-sea race.
Seeing this, the pursuers were all somewhat troubled.
If these deep-sea creatures were pushed back to the seabed, they would be completely helpless.
Humans are ultimately land-based creatures; being in the sea would directly reduce their combat power by ninety percent.
however……
Just as this group of deep-sea elites were about to escape back to the ocean, crossing the battlefield between the miscellaneous fish forces and the Wu clan.
Suddenly, the few hundred elite members of the deep-sea race, who had been slaughtered, froze abruptly.
One by one, they were frozen in place as if by some kind of spell.
Some deep-sea elites even remained in mid-air in a running posture.
Even the ragtag troops in the rear remained motionless.
It was as if time had stopped at that moment.
"This is?"
Gojo Satoru's pupils contracted, thinking that a powerful enemy had appeared.
But at that moment, a hand, ignoring the bottomless technique, slapped him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, this is my ability."
Gojo Satoru shuddered, then turned around and saw that it was Touhou Ye, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please, it's scary to appear so silently like this."
"Haha, this is how you make a classy entrance, isn't it?"
Dongfang Ye joked.
Wu Tiaowu remained noncommittal.
But then he looked at the Deep Sea Clan elites who were frozen in place on the battlefield.
And behind them, the same small fry troops were also immobilized.
Gojo couldn't help but sigh.
"You've gotten even stronger, you're practically a monster."
Just over a day ago, when this guy was playing the trick, he could still sense something.
Now, more than a day later, he doesn't even realize that the person has appeared behind him.
His six eyes were as if he were blind.
It also possesses the bizarre ability to freeze the battlefield, which is quite terrifying.
Including the small fry troops and the elite of the deep-sea race.
But it froze four or five thousand people instantly, and these weren't ordinary people.
"Haha, a monster? I'll take that as a compliment."
Dongfang Ye chuckled softly, then slowly clenched his fist.
The psychic power that enveloped the entire battlefield began to contract.
One by one, the deep-sea creatures flew into the sky and gathered at one point.
Four or five thousand deep-sea creatures were gathered together to form a huge seafood ball.