Turning around, Peter King's face turned green.
Not far away, two fishing boats were speeding towards them. At the bow of the boats stood several figures. Although they weren't wearing Daoist robes, he recognized them immediately.
Isn't that the group of stinking Daoists!
This group, why do they always linger like shades, they are everywhere!
Then, Peter King's eyes focused on a figure within the crowd.
His face flushed instantly, trembling all over with anger.
"It's that brat again!" He gritted his teeth, eyes filled with hatred.
On the fishing boat, the Cultivation Masters were excited, fervently eyeing the Kraken, their eyes gleaming.
Some of them were even starting to drool.
"My goodness, such a big one, how many meals can it be worth!"
Then, the Cultivation Masters shouted anxiously, "Faster, faster! Kill that old thief!"
As they yelled, they picked up their guns and grenades.
As the two sides approached, the battle erupted.
Da-da-da!
