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In the short span of four hours, the human race of the South Sea Continent had launched a heavy attack, completely destroying the influence of the Sea Race Demon Beasts. By the time the news reached the Sea Palace, it was already too late.

The head of the Gold Sea Dragon Tribe smacked the jade table in front of him. With a furious expression, he stood up and started swearing at his surroundings.

"A bunch of trash! They were actually defeated and killed by the human race! "Now that we lost this island, if the Saint Masters were to punish you, you would all die!"

The other high ranking members of the royal family were all trembling in fear as their fear of becoming a Saint Master was etched into their souls. When they thought about the thunderous methods of Soul Masters, they couldn't help but feel chills run down their spines.

The patriarch of the Merfolk Clan stood forward and said, "Now is not the time to quarrel. This cannot be concealed and should be reported to the Saint Master. "If the Saint Master decides to make a decision, we can just follow his orders."

The head of the Golden Sea Dragon Clan raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Alright, you can go and report now. "You can tell this to the Saint Master!"

The Merfolk Patriarch's expression immediately became unsightly, and he obediently shut his mouth. What a joke, this kind of bad news would cause a Saint Master to fly into a rage. It wasn't impossible for a Saint Master to kill him in a fit of rage with a single slap.

The head of the Golden Sea Dragon Clan was furious as he spun around on the ground. Finally, he gritted his teeth and called the leaders of the seven Royal Families of the Sea Clan and walked towards the depths of the Ocean Palace.

Since no one could escape from their relationship, everyone could bear it together.

A group of overlords of the undersea world was now like a group of frightened birds. Trembling, he walked up to the Saint Master without daring to speak.

A Saint Master was still clad in a black robe, only revealing a pair of emotionless eyes. He silently swept a glance at the seven Patriarchs and released the heavy pressure of the mountain.

The head of the Golden Sea Dragon Clan clenched his teeth as his forehead was covered in sweat. The voice trembled, "Reporting to the Saint Master, the formation …" An accident occurred on the formation island. "

Unexpectedly, the Saint Master wasn't angry at all. He only replied with a faint "Oh", waiting for the head of the Golden Sea Dragon Tribe to continue speaking.

The head of the Golden Sea Dragon Clan wiped his sweat and continued to speak while trembling in fear, "The human cultivators suddenly launched a sneak attack on all the ambush spots in the shallow sea and also took over all of the formation islands."

"We, the Sea race, have suffered extremely heavy casualties. Please give the order, Saint Master, that we will take back the island and kill all these vile human cultivators!"

The more the elder spoke, the more excited he became. In the end, he didn't forget to show his loyalty to the Saint Master. He wanted to calm the anger of a Saint Master and give himself a chance.

The other six clan leaders followed closely behind, all of them expressing their indignation. He was going to personally lead the army and fight, and he was going to slaughter all of the human cultivators.

Ignoring them, the Saint Master closed his eyes and stood rooted to the ground, not speaking a single word. The seven patriarchs secretly looked at each other, not understanding what a Saint Master was trying to say.

After a while, the Saint Master slowly opened his eyes, "Immediately lead the Sea race to build a defensive line under the sea." "The humankind is going to attack us soon. You only need to tie them up and prevent them from winning, even if you don't lose!"

The seven Royal Family Patriarchs were immediately stunned. It was necessary to not lose, but what did this mean?

However, they didn't dare to ask, as it was rare for a Saint Master to not get angry. They were already burning incense in their hearts and rejoicing in the blessing of the Demon God.

With a wave of his hand, the seven patriarchs all felt as if they had been granted amnesty. He hurriedly and respectfully saluted and left, secretly relieved.

Staring into the darkness, the Saint Master seemed to fall into deep thought as his body slowly disappeared into the darkness.