Chapter 447 - Destroying the Merfolk Tribe (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

This time, faint blood vessels could be seen in the golden bubble.

Jean let out a horrified cry. “King? Who injured you so?”

“Follow me.”

King pulled her hand and stuffed her into a bubble somewhat brutishly.

Jean stroked her painful wrist and gazed around as she sat inside the bubble. She asked nervously, “Are we being attacked by the other merfolk groups?”

“No.”

“Then, what’s going on?”

The image of the corpses strewn throughout the seas surfaced in King’s mind, overwhelming him with grief and taking away any desire to speak. If Jean hadn’t come back, if it weren’t for the continuation of their species, he wanted to fight to his death.

Their tribe had faced extinction since that day Jean disappeared. The peace they had these ten years was merely a facade while they dragged out their feeble existence.

“What exactly is going on? Speak!” Jean demanded.

“It’s him.” This reply was forced out of King.

“Who?”

“The snake beastman you mentioned.”

Jean was stunned for a moment. But after a while, she shook her head as though she had lost her soul. “That can’t be possible… He’s merely one beastman. There are so many of you…”

In her heart, King was the most formidable existence. Although Curtis wasn’t bad in all aspects, he paled in comparison with King. Also, Curtis wasn’t warm-bodied. That was the reason she gave him up without hesitation back then.

So, it turned out Curtis was so formidable? So formidable that he could single-handedly destroy her entire tribe?

This calamity drenched the seawater into a faint red color. More than a hundred thousand mermen reduced to a population of less than a hundred. And it wasn’t that those hundred or so mermen were formidable or something—they had merely managed to escape with some luck in the sea strewn with corpses.

King left that section of the sea leading the few surviving merfolk.