"Kill them, kill them all, leave no survivors!"

The towering Fishman let out a ferocious roar, a vicious Scar seemingly splitting its entire head at the corner of its brow. Accompanying the Fishman Commander’s shout, the scar twisted like a centipede. The trident in its hand had already turned dark red, dripping thick blood.

The trident swept through again, a dense Blood Qi Slash flashed, and three Fishman Warriors in front were instantly bisected, with colorful viscera spilling everywhere.

The opposing Fishman Warriors were undeterred, their pupils red and they charged forward, entering a frenzy of bloodlust, their reason reduced to ten percent.

To this, the Scarred Fishman casually swung the trident, the sharp triangular spikes impaling and exploding the head of the frenzied Fishman Warrior, brain matter splattering.

Dead!

Time passed, the sounds of battle and screams grew weaker.

Somehow, when the Scarred Fishman looked around, there were no enemies left in sight.

"Hahahahaha..." The Scarred Fishman let out a wanton laugh, saying, "Such weak power, yet you dare to refuse to submit to me!"

"Leader, the losses and gains have been tallied." A nearly three-meter-tall, Four-armed Fishman approached, looking at the Scarred Fishman with a hint of admiration in its eyes, respectfully speaking.

"Speak." Scar paused his laughter, saying casually.

"Our side suffered 305 casualties, the enemy was completely annihilated, approximately 3,500 corpses, in addition, we collected treasure materials including three small bags of inferior Water Element Crystals, one Silver Sea Anemone to strengthen the body, over 5,000 Coarse Gold..."

Scar nodded slightly, glanced at the sky, and said indifferently, "Let the warriors rest for three days, and during these days, let loose and feast. After three days... continue the plundering!"

"Yes!" The Fishman Warrior replied respectfully, his expression fervent and expectant.

As for what to feast on?

Of course, the corpses of the Sha Hua Fishmen and the Sea Beasts they raised!

In the depths of Sha Hua Fishman blood, there are elements of bloodthirst and frenzy, while also possessing a high degree of social unity, a paradoxical blend of barbarism and civilization.

The strength of ordinary Sha Hua Fishmen is only slightly stronger than goblins, but a group of Sha Hua Fishmen poses far greater threats than a pack of goblins; they are like sharks, moving in packs, exceedingly brutal.

In Sha Hua Fishman society, positions are roughly divided into three types.

Ordinary Fishman (one-year maturity)

Fishman Warrior (six years maturity)

Fishman Nobles (Baron, Viscount, Count... Prince Sha Hua, Sha Hua Fishman King)

Among them, the noble titles within the Sha Hua Fishman Clan not only represent ruling power, but more importantly, they represent strength. Even the lowest baron must possess Middle Level power and have achievements in killing creatures of the same level to be recognized as nobility by other Sha Hua Fishmen.

Viscount and Count require at least Advanced power.

Marquis and Duke require at least Master Level power.

As for the Prince Sha Hua, a minimum of Legendary, anything less than Legendary cannot merit the title.

And for the Sha Hua Fishman King?

Such an existence is exceedingly rare over a thousand years, to be called the king of the Sha Hua Fishman Clan requires not only power, but also a pinnacle mutation in their bloodline; once the king emerges, all Sha Hua Fishmen will fully obey the king’s commands, advancing without fear of death.

Night.

Inside the Fishman Camp on the island.

The Scarred Fishman sat at the head, ripping a piece of roasted fishman’s thigh with serrated teeth, chewing and swallowing it whole.

Beneath the Scarred Fishman, sat rows of strong, tall Fishmen.

Four Arms, white skin, blue skin, shark heads... most possessed mutated Fishman bloodlines, and some parts of their bodies even grew black scales, their imposing aura interwoven with traces of... Dragon Vein breath.

Scar looked at the group of Fishman Warriors below, his thoughts drifting far away, his gaze somewhat absent.

Vaguely remembered, over a year ago, he was merely an elite Fishman Warrior from a tribe, often oppressed by the Fishman Nobles above.

The hunted Sea Beasts, Elemental Crystals found on the seabed, the rare Treasure Materials from the seabed... all the best of these would be taken by the Fishman Nobles.

But this was a common occurrence among Fishmen.

The strong can naturally act recklessly.

So... when the Scarred Fishman was granted power by a mysterious Dragon-man, he realized he could grow stronger just by eating...

Afterward, in just three months, his power grew to surpass the ruling Fishman Noble of the tribe, then willingly challenged him, tearing and eating him alive under the watch of hundreds to thousands of Fishmen.

Thus, Scar became the Baron ruling the Fishman tribe.

After becoming Baron, Scar led the Fishman Warriors and controlled Sea Beasts in a frantic hunt in the ocean, supported by the entire tribe.

Soon after, an incident occurred, the Fishman Guards watching over the tribe’s hatchery reported that the Fishman larvae this time hatched with significant mutations.

When Scar arrived at the hatchery, seeing the group of half-mature Fishmen, feeling the familiar source-like aura, he was initially stunned, then grinned, his ambition boundlessly expanding.

From then on, Scar began raising the group of mutated Fishmen, and once the Fishmen grew strong by devouring ample blood and elemental crystals, their food demand increased sharply, and the tribe’s sea territory could no longer provide enough food, thus he initiated external plundering wars.