"Indeed, it's a physique strong enough to wrestle with giants."
"What a pity."
"Brawn but no brains."
The tall beauty gazed at the distant ocean waves; at some point, she suddenly frowned and then her expression turned grave. As nimble as a cat, she leapt down from the third floor and hurried toward the port.
The barbarians curiously looked up and couldn't help but follow.
At the port.
There were already sailors up cleaning barnacles off the ship. An old man carrying a bucket seemed to faintly hear a gentle singing voice, which made him shiver all over as if reflexively, and he quickly looked off into the distance.
That voice!
He seemed to have heard it when he was young, and many people died.
A simple raft appeared at the horizon of the sea.
"Is it an illusion?"
"I definitely drank too much yesterday."
This is Tutu Port, the stronghold of South Sea pirates. How could a Sea Demon possibly come here?
