In the towering form of a merfolk version of Fan Yi, he steadily carried a ten-meter-long Golden Trident on his shoulder, taking leisurely and confident strides as he slowly walked toward the dense formations of the human army in the distance.
Though he was merely a frail merman, his imposing aura felt like a moving mountain, giving off an unshakeable sense of oppression.
At that exact moment, inside the command post of the human army, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded without warning on the giant screen before Commander Number One, who was tensely directing operations: "Beep, beep, beep, beep!" The piercing, harsh noise instantly shattered the tense atmosphere within the headquarters.
Chapter 145