"The Sea Clan is coming..."
Yang Fujian's body gradually rose, with flying swords trailing behind him as he moved.
Everyone was not surprised by this.
They had been besieging the island for days, slaughtering the Sea Clan to fill the sea, causing a great commotion.
Even though they tried their best to kill every Sea Clan member they encountered, some always slipped through the cracks, and the upper echelons of the Sea Clan would certainly become aware of their contingent's arrival.
"But... it's not the right time."
Yang Fu sighed slightly, ready to have Feng Lian retract the Wind Technique and turn back to confront the oncoming Sea Clan.
Yang Fujian's gaze was like a sword, piercing through the seabed. He calmly said:
"The Sea Clan... we can handle them. This opportunity is rare, brother. Among so many of us, only you excel at the Water Technique... you go seek the treasure. Leave the surface to us."
Upon hearing this, Yang Genshuo suddenly remembered.
