The Murloc chieftain’s face was calm, his eyes reflecting the oncoming Golden Hatchling Dragon. A faint glow of psychic energy flickered on the bone knife at his waist, spreading throughout his body.

Focused, resilient.

Undistracted.

Perceiving weaknesses.

Seizing the initiative, striking after the enemy but arriving first, the psychic blade on his tentacles lit up, and the halo around the bone knife grew more intense. Many enhancement abilities belonging to Mind Warriors were cast, blessing the Murloc chieftain.

The path of the Mind Warrior was not as rare and powerful as that of the Mind Warlock, but it was more outstanding than that of ordinary warriors.

In addition to persistent training, like Mind Warlocks, Mind Warriors could also grow and progress through the confidence gained from victorious battles. This path required a strong sense of self-affirmation.

This Murloc chieftain felt that he could handle the Golden Hatchling Dragon on the other side.

In mid-air, the mutated slime was surrounded by howling air currents, moving at high speed, rushing towards the Golden Hatchling Dragon with the Murloc chieftain.

On the ground.

A large number of Murlocs rushed towards the coast, entering the sea in droves, swimming agilely and stirring up waves as they met the Amber Crystal Earth Dragon and the shark pack.

Splash!

The previously calm sea surface began to ripple violently due to the Murlocs’ entry and the disturbances caused by the Amber Crystal Earth Dragon and the sharks.

Murlocs, amphibious creatures, were not afraid to fight in the sea.

They knew sharks were adept at underwater combat, but the large Amber Crystal Earth Dragon lacked the obvious features of a sea creature, with no fins or gills, and its swimming was not professional, clearly a land creature.

To slightly weaken the impact of the massive Amber Crystal Earth Dragon.

The Murlocs chose to enter the sea to battle the shark pack.

In the deep ocean, where waves rose and fell, the Murlocs and the shark warriors fighting alongside the Amber Crystal Earth Dragon were about to clash.

In mid-air, the leaders of both sides were faster, now within striking distance of each other.

The Golden Hatchling Dragon, with a wingspan reaching twelve meters, created a powerful presence, stirring up gusts of wind. Its golden dragon pupils narrowed, looking cold and dangerous, reflecting the Murloc chieftain riding the mutated giant slime.

“A fifth-tier Mind Warrior and a fourth-tier mutated giant slime.”

Saga assessed the strength of his opponents.

The Murloc Empire was known for its psychic abilities, with many Mind Warriors, Frenzy Casters, Telekinetics, Mind Warlocks, and other special paths developed from psychic energy. Thus, Saga was not surprised when encountering a Murloc Mind Warrior.

“Hey, have a little taste of electromagnetic force shock.”

Although only a fourth-tier himself, facing a fifth-tier Mind Warrior and a fourth-tier mutated creature, the Golden Hatchling Dragon showed no fear.

As psychic beings, the Murloc race had no advantage against him.

The advantage is mine!

Dragon Might!

A mental intimidation burst forth.

On the other side, the ever-ready Murloc chieftain reacted instantly.

The tentacle on its head lit up with a bright halo, which spread over the Murloc chieftain’s entire body, forming a translucent armor made of psychic energy, enveloping both itself and the giant slime beneath.

Psychic Armor—A Mind Warrior’s psychic ability.

Unlike the abilities of Mind Warlocks, the Mind Warrior’s abilities were mainly related to close combat.

Boom!

The combined electromagnetic force and Dragon Might, like an invisible shockwave, swept over the Murloc chieftain.

Crack, crack, crack. Like ice crystals blown by hot wind, the psychic armor, which should have been highly resistant to mental attacks and effective against physical energy attacks, under the incredulous gaze of the Murloc chieftain, developed countless web-like cracks, like fragile porcelain about to shatter.

Rapidly breaking, rapidly thinning.

The psychic armor continued to crumble.

“In two seconds at most, my psychic armor will completely collapse!”

The Murloc chieftain’s heart sank.

The defensive power of the Mind Warrior’s psychic armor was astonishing. Before Saga arrived at Moon Bay, the Murloc chieftain, wearing psychic armor, had led some of his people to hunt Tremorboars on First Quarter Island. Facing a sixth-tier Tremorboar while being fifth-tier, the psychic armor had withstood the trampling and did not shatter immediately.

But now, without even coming into close contact.

Just under the influence of the True Dragon’s might, its psychic armor was already disintegrating.

A very bad feeling grew in the heart of the Murloc chieftain.

As his spirit was affected, the glow of the psychic energy on the armor dimmed slightly.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air, striving to stabilize his spirit.

The reaction of the psychic armor made the Murloc chieftain realize that the Golden Hatchling Dragon he was facing had strength that did not match its size, a difficult target, and he might not be a match for it.

But now, they were already too close.

There was no turning back.

“I can only fight to the death.”

A determined light flashed in the Murloc chieftain’s fish eyes as he made his decision.

Whoosh!

The hand resting on the bone knife at his waist moved.

The Murloc chieftain leaped from the giant slime’s head, stepping on psychic energy steps that appeared out of thin air, and flew towards the Golden Hatchling Dragon less than twenty meters away.

At the same time.

As his thoughts raced and his spirit focused perfectly, time seemed to slow down. In the world seen by the Murloc chieftain, the night disappeared, the sea disappeared, his people and the approaching sharks disappeared, leaving only silence.

At this moment, only the Golden Hatchling Dragon, his target, remained in the Murloc chieftain’s eyes.

The tentacle on his head shone as bright as the First Quarter moon, and the bone knife, charged with a massive amount of psychic energy, slashed out instantly.

The Murloc chieftain, flying through the air with his dazzlingly bright bone knife, entered Saga’s vision. Even before he got close, a faint stinging sensation came from the neck.

Saga’s gaze narrowed slightly.

“With all my psychic energy, the strongest slash I’ve ever made.”

“Die!”

“A critical strike! Slash!”

The Murloc’s spirit, energy, and mind were highly concentrated, and he roared softly.

Under the night sky, a sharp flash that could sting the eyes passed in an instant.

The Mind Warrior’s critical strike was as fast as lightning.

“The Mind Warrior’s critical strike, how terrifying.”

The little Golden Dragon grinned, saying it was terrifying but his expression was unmoved. He raised his dragon claw and slapped the bone knife that was slashing towards him.

The critical strike, which could cut through steel like tofu, was suddenly jolted upon contact with the little Golden Dragon’s claw, its force deflected and turned aside.

Whoosh!

The bone knife flew out of hand, falling far into the deep sea.

The weaponless Murloc chieftain’s expression changed dramatically, somewhat bewildered.

The dragon claw swept across, filling his vision with golden scales.

Thump!

An overwhelming force came, and with a dull sound, the Murloc chieftain was sent flying far away like a rag doll, tracing an arc in the air with blood and scales falling, plunging into the ocean.

From the outside, the contact between the little Golden Dragon and the Murloc chieftain was but a brief moment.

The result was that the Murloc chieftain was sent flying instantly.

As if there was no chance of resistance.

On the other side, the mutated giant slime trembled, fear showing in its eyes.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Many air currents formed, and the giant slime, now in the form of a wind slime, prepared to flee.

Just then, an indifferent voice rang directly in its mind.

“Yi!”

This was the incomprehensible language of slimes to ordinary creatures. Translated into the common tongue, it meant: “Trying to run? Keep running if you want to die.”

Intimidation, blatant intimidation.

Intimidated by a dragon, how scary… The giant slime, frightened by Saga’s threat, spun in place like a deflated balloon, not daring to run anymore.

Mind Warriors were not Mind Warlocks.

It had only a weak psychic connection with the giant slime, and now that the Murloc chieftain was seriously injured, the connection had broken. Although the giant slime was still in its prime, it had no intention of fighting the dragon.

Slimes were typically bullies who feared the strong.

When facing powerful beings, especially True Dragons like Saga, they were pitifully cowardly. The fact that it could carry the Murloc chieftain into battle was already its limit.

At the same time.

As Saga made contact with the Murloc chieftain.

Below, his kin clashed with the Murloc warriors.

Roar!

A shark tiger manipulated the water flow, leaping violently out of the sea, accurately pouncing on a Murloc wearing an earth slime, its serrated teeth piercing through the slime armor and easily tearing through scales and flesh.

While chewing on the Murloc, the shark tiger swung its paw, fighting more Murlocs around it.

Boom!

A fireball came from afar, hitting the shark tiger.

On the shore, a Murloc held up a fire slime, making it spit out a fireball.

There were also wind slimes dancing in the air, scattering small wind blades at the shark tiger warriors.

The two sides engaged in close combat, the water became turbid, boiling violently, and strands of blood gradually spread, staining the sea with a bloody red.

Dozens of elite Murlocs surrounded the Amber Crystal Earth Dragon, climbing onto its back like ants with their agile bodies in the sea, stabbing the dragon’s scales with sharp fishbone daggers, but it had little effect on the thick-skinned Amber Crystal Earth Dragon.

Roar, roar, roar!

The Amber Crystal Earth Dragon, annoyed, roared.

The crystals on its body lit up, as if flames were twisting and burning inside, and dark red patterns emerged in the gaps of the dragon’s scales.

Then—

Crash!

A spherical burst of high-temperature flame spread out without dead angles, and the Murlocs around the Amber Crystal Earth Dragon screamed, their bodies catching fire and rapidly dehydrating and charring due to the heat.

Those closest died on the spot.

Those further away dived into the sea to extinguish the flames but still suffered severe burns.

Hiss!

An invisible Murloc assassin moved behind a shark tiger, agile and swift, the dagger piercing through tough flesh into the shark tiger’s heart.

The shark tiger’s body shook, weakening.

“Cackle, cackle, cackle, do you think you’re going to die? Come back to life for me!”

On the shoulder of a third-tier elite shark tiger, a skull laughed, black beams shooting from its eye sockets onto the shark tiger with a pierced heart.

The shark tiger’s eyes, which had just dimmed, suddenly brightened.

It grabbed the unsuspecting Murloc assassin with a backhand, opened its mouth wide, and bit off the opponent’s head.

With the Amber Crystal Earth Dragon as the main force, occasional support from Addison the Necromancer, and the strong individual combat power of the shark tigers, they gained the upper hand in the battle against the Murlocs in the sea.

At the same time.

Thud!

As if something had fallen into the ocean, splashing up large swathes of water.

The Murlocs looked and felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of ice water in the dead of winter, their fighting spirit immediately extinguished by half.

They saw their chieftain, bloodied, plunging into the sea, while the Golden Hatchling Dragon circled leisurely in the sky.

An invisible pressure made the Murlocs here breathe with difficulty.

“Order your slime kin to stop.”

Saga commanded the giant slime.

Now, the giant slime was being pinched by one of Saga’s dragon claws, feeling like a soft and sticky dumpling.

“Yi! Yi!”

It meekly called out.

In an instant, the Murloc tribe’s slimes stopped assisting the Murlocs.

The already dire situation became even more disadvantageous.

“My people, take the fish eggs and scatter! Flee into the deep sea!”

At that moment, a psychic wave spread out, and the Murloc chieftain, bloodied by Saga’s claw, struggled to convey his will.

When the Murloc race encountered an unbeatable enemy.

They would begin to flee into the deep sea.

Already having the intention to retreat, with their fighting spirit crushed, the Murlocs heard the chieftain’s order and abandoned the fight, scattering and fleeing into the vast ocean.

However.

Before they could get far, they heard the desperate cries of their kin.

“Our offspring… they’ve been controlled!”The leader of the lanternfishmen, poised to flee, paused in surprise.

Half of its body emerged from the sea as it looked towards the source of the voice.

The dense shrubbery at the edge of the beach rustled as a group of strong, elite shark-tigers, pressing some lanternfishmen responsible for guarding the spawning pools, came into the leader’s view.

Many lanternfishmen guards, armed with weapons, surrounded the shark-tigers, following their every move, yet they hesitated to approach, wary of harming their own.

Led by Black Shark.

These shark-tigers were holding or carrying numerous spheres, ranging from two to three meters in diameter, resembling hollow stone orbs sealed with a membrane of water, within which a dense mass of fish eggs could be faintly seen.

While the main force of the lanternfishmen was engaged in battle, leaving their rear defenses vulnerable,

Black Shark, following Saga’s instructions, led an elite team of shark-tigers to infiltrate Waning Crescent Island and seize their spawning pools.

“It’s over.”

The lanternfishmen leader’s heart sank, as if plummeting into an abyss.

The premise of scattering and fleeing was that they could take the spawning pools with them; otherwise, their tribe would eventually face extinction, as they could not abandon the egg orbs.

Thud!

A golden dragon shadow streaked across the sky, descending upon the coast.

Saga sat on the ground, his gaze sweeping over the lanternfishmen bobbing in the sea, their expressions frozen.

Then, the corners of the Hatchling Dragon’s mouth curled up, and the voice of his mind spread out:

“If you don’t want these eggs to be eaten as food, come ashore. Don’t think about running away. Let’s have a proper chat about what you, as the defeated, need to do for me.”

“Hmm, or you could choose to run now, but I wouldn’t mind indulging in a feast of fish eggs. The eggs of the magic fish tribe are a rare delicacy.”

This small Moon Bay was about to welcome its one and only king.