The purple-eyed female deep-sea race …
Mo Laowu lowered his head, his eyes full of fear.
"If not for Xiao Ying risking her life to save me, and Xiutuo's timely assistance, I … would be dead."
"Just how strong is that purple-eyed Deep Sea Race? Is she stronger than the president? Could she be the strongest of the deep-sea race? "
After calming down, Mo Laowu's mind began to flash with images of the deep-sea race.
Black eyes, green eyes, blue eyes, purple eyes …
After entering the enemy's territory and coming into close contact with them, Mo Laowu discovered that the deep-sea race had different appearances and shapes, and there were also four types of eye colors.
Different eye colors represented different strengths.
If he used the mosaic ants as a reference, then the weakest black-eyed deep-sea race was equivalent to the mosaic ants' engineers, and was nothing to be afraid of.
Next was green-eyed, and the range of strength was very large. The lower limit was the mosaic ant army captain, and the upper limit was the mosaic ant army commander.
Three members of the team had died at the hands of the green-eyed deep-sea race.
Next was blue-eyed, who emitted an aura of death from head to toe, undoubtedly at the level of the mosaic ant guards, and was also the main culprit behind the deaths of seventeen members.
Finally, there was the purple-eyed, who gave off an undefeatable sense of oppression, probably at the level of Melouheim.
Mo Laowu had never faced Melouheim directly, but he would still classify the purple-eyed deep-sea race as being at the same level as Melouheim.
That was because he had fought with the purple-eyed deep-sea race at close range, and could personally experience that soul-deep sense of helplessness.
At that time, if Xiao Ying had not risked her life to save him, the next one to be crushed would have been him. However, Xiao Ying had also been killed by the purple-eyed deep-sea race because of that.
When he thought of the purple-eyed deep-sea race, Mo Laowu could not muster up any more fighting spirit, no matter how much he encouraged himself in his heart.
The two sides were not on the same level at all, and no matter how much he racked his brains to come up with all kinds of plans and plans, they were useless in the face of absolute strength.
Mo Laowu was very clear on this point, and could only pray that the purple-eyed deep-sea race's strongest fighting force was the purple-eyed one.
Otherwise, it was hard for him to imagine how strong the Deep Sea Clan above the purple eye could be.
Mo Laowu shook his head and stopped thinking about those meaningless things. Instead, he focused on breaking out of the encirclement.
"The Deep Sea Tribe's numbers are far greater than ours. Even if the forest is large enough, with their numbers, they can form a complete encirclement."
"Before the encirclement shrinks to the safety line, we must take action."
Mo Laowu pulled himself together and bit his thumb, trying to think of a way to escape.
"What advantages do we have left? What conditions can we use? "
"Advantages, conditions …"
"Intentions, the intentions of the Deep Sea Race …"
"Yes, intentions!"
"The reason why I was able to escape at that time …"
Mo Laowu muttered to himself in his heart. His concentration gradually allowed him to grasp a slight advantage.
He tried hard to recall the situation at that time and realized that the reason why the deep-sea tribe did not manage to kill them all was not only because they were not mobile enough, but also because they had held back.
Then, why did he hold back?
Was it to capture them alive?
If the Deep Sea Race really had such intentions, was there a space that could be used?
Mo Laowu's eyes slowly lit up.
He vaguely saw a glimmer of hope.
In a place that Mo Laowu could not see, the Deep Sea Humans walked with mechanical steps and gradually pressed into the depths of the forest.
If Mo Laowu could see, he would find that the encirclement set up by the Deep Sea Humans was tighter than he had imagined.
At the same time, he would also realize that he had overlooked the Deep Sea Humans' most unsolvable advantage in the current situation.
It was not individual strength, but huge numbers!
Nearly ten thousand Deep Sea Humans formed a marching line and moved forward unhurriedly.
Behind the marching line, more than a dozen Deep Sea Humans with deep blue eyes clustered around a Deep Sea Human with deep purple eyes.
Mo Laowu's guess was right. The Deep Sea Humans did use the color of their eyes to differentiate their strength level. To be more precise, the color of the Deep Sea Humans' eyes would change as their strength increased.
When they became stronger, they would change to the next color.
When they became weaker, they would fade back to the previous color.
Moreover, the depth of the eye color would also reflect the strength of the Deep Sea Humans at a certain stage.
The purple-eyed Deep Sea Human who was clustered around was clearly the strongest combat power in this army.
What was more strange was that the purple-eyed Deep Sea Human was a female, and she was petite. Surrounded by the dozen or so blue-eyed Deep Sea Humans, she looked like a dozen or so burly men escorting a primary school student.
"This game seems to be called a cat and mouse game by the people on the mainland. I think it's very interesting. What do you think?"
The purple-eyed Deep Sea Humans grinned, revealing a mouthful of dense small sharp teeth. The fish patterns on both sides of her cheeks also moved.
The dozen or so blue-eyed Deep Sea Humans looked at each other, revealing a puzzled expression.
They did not understand what the purple-eyed Deep Sea Humans was saying, and they were also wondering why the purple-eyed Deep Sea Humans did not use the clan's special communication method.
Although they did not understand, they did not dare to ask.
"Oh, I forgot that you don't know the language of the people on the mainland. After all, even I only used a small trick to quickly master this."
Looking at the puzzled expressions of her fellow Deep Sea Humans, the purple-eyed Deep Sea Humans laughed out loud.
Her voice was pleasing to the ears like wind chimes, but the fish patterns on both sides of her face opened up into many black slits. They were like the gills of a shark, revealing a hint of coldness.
.....
At a certain coastline of the Darkness Continent.
The sky and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.
Strong gales howled, and huge waves surged on the sea.
On the vast beach, a figure stood there.
That figure was wearing a black robe and a hat. His face was hidden behind a layer of black fog. It was Don Fulio.
The wind howled, but the robe on Don Fulio's body remained unmoved.
The huge waves slammed onto the beach, and the waves automatically parted when they reached Don Fulio's feet.
"Seems like I came at the wrong time."
Don Fulio raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance. Dark clouds were surging, and a large amount of blood rain and minced meat fell from the thick clouds, splashing into the sea.
It was as if there were countless creatures killing each other above the clouds.
Don Fulio quietly looked at the blood rain falling from the sky in the distance. Then, he bent down and picked up the small wooden boat that looked like a bean pod by his feet.
He wanted to go out to sea, then pass through the dark sea and return to his long-lost home.
Despite the huge waves ahead and the blood rain falling from the clouds, he didn't plan to change the time to go out to sea.
Don Fulio threw the small wooden boat into the waves and stepped on it.
A shadow-like telekinesis flowed out from Don Fulio's feet and slowly wrapped around the small wooden boat. It looked like it was painted with a layer of black paint.
The small wooden boat covered by telekinesis was pulled into the sea without any resistance. Like a leaf in the sea, it floated in the waves one after another.
The boat shook violently in the waves, but Don Fulio's body was as still as a mountain.
Suddenly, Don Fulio seemed to have noticed something. He quickly turned around and looked at the shore.
In the dark sky in the direction of the coastline, a mountain slowly appeared from the dark clouds.
The mountain was like a boat, flying with thunder and lightning.
"Mountain boat …"
Higashi Tofuri recognized the mountain that was accompanied by thunder. The black mist that covered his face quietly emitted a ray of light.
He stared at the mountain boat until it flew over the beach and into the sea.
At that moment, Don Fulio realized something.
He didn't think Don Fulio was just taking a stroll on the sea.
Therefore, he and the mountain boat's destination might be the same.
This was bad news.
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